I'm not writing about any grand, passionate, heart-wrenching romance. Of course, it's not that I'm some brilliantly talented woman who couldn't write one. I'm just writing about myself, the perfectly ordinary me, who doesn't even count as ordinary in some people's eyes! For a long time, I thought I was just the most average person. Only gradually did I realize that I'm actually the strangest one! I can't eat a meal without rice, I wash my face without a towel, I don't eat peanuts, and I like watching TV dramas. I always imagine the male leads are somehow involved with me, but once a drama has been off the air overnight, I lose all interest in watching it. I don't eat sour or spicy food. Whenever I have malatang, I ask for it without the numbing spice or the chili. Only recently did I realize that despite my dirty jokes, I'm actually frigid! The whole world is bustling, but I'm lonely! I listen to the same song on repeat endlessly. I don't want to try new things because I'm afraid of being disappointed. If I like a food, I'll eat it at every meal, every day, then get sick of it after a few days and never touch it again! When I like someone, I want to be with him every minute of every day, then get sick of him and never see him again! I'm devoted, and I'm fickle! Everyone says I'm too heartless, but I've shed too many tears for myself, too! I can chat away with anyone, then suddenly find myself wondering why I'm so sad. Afterward, I swing from joy to sorrow, listening to music with tears streaming down my face!
