While I was taking silk classes these two days, I was thinking about a question: How did I bend?
I thought about it for a long time and finally came up with the answer: I completely took the subway and took the curve.
If I didn't go to work, I wouldn't have to squeeze into the subway for two hours every morning, and I wouldn't have to squeeze into the same train with Brother Monkey who is also working, and I wouldn't be squeezed into kissing Brother Monkey. Then there wouldn't be so many entanglements, and I could continue to be a sunny, happy, straight man. Ah ah ah please Beijing Metro Line 1 return my sexual orientation for free!
After studying hard for more than 20 years, my first kiss was given to a strange monkey-type man for free, like the ribbons on an amusement park float. What's even worse is: I still like this man... I think this is the result of studying hard.
I have long discovered that I have been thinking about Brother Monkey. I don't know when it started. I always feel inexplicably happy when chatting with him. If he doesn't reply, I have to open his dialog box three hundred times a day and wait for him to reply. When he asked me to lend him clothes, I ran thousands of miles back to the dormitory from get off work early to get them for him. Every time I saw him, there was an inexplicable warmth flowing through my body... But at that time, I thought I was a straight man, and I couldn't be sure that it was because I liked him.
If it happened again, would I still squeeze into Line 1 without hesitation? I should still be able to, God gave me a beautiful beginning, but not a beautiful ending.
I have a lot of questions, but I can't ask anyone, and I don't know who to tell them to.
Concept: Thoughts on love and growth.