Without comparison, there is no sense of superiority.
In the first half of my life, I was the one being compared. In the second half of my life... I'm sorry, I don't know either.
But I don't understand why my friends, classmates, and family always have a sense of superiority in front of me.
Until one day I found out that the boy I liked for one year liked another girl. Later, the boy I liked for one semester still liked her.
Forget it, I'd better like someone else.
But no matter what, that guy also likes that girl.
Okay, everyone in our class only sees that girl.
But one day that girl came to me and said... She likes me.
Well, it's not impossible, just snatch her away and make all the boys in the class regret it...
What am I thinking? Wake up, she is the beauty of the class.
Intention: Thinking from someone else's perspective