Most women are experiencing a downward spiral in life; a small number of women are spending their lives escaping, escaping from the vulgar class, escaping from suffocating families, escaping from society's secular requirements, escaping from their hometown...
Escape upward and fall downward seem to be two propositions that a woman cannot overcome in her life. The upward escaper clearly sees the insurmountable chasms. She can clearly see how many chasms she has yet to cross, but she doesn't know how much effort she has to put in to cross the next one.
Those who fall cannot see where they are, they cannot see others who are also falling, and they cannot see the end point, but they understand that it does not take much effort, as long as they fall, they will always get bliss.
I find more and more that the women around me, the women I have loved, hated, known and become strangers to, have become nothing more than runaways or losers. I used to loathe them as much as I loathe myself, but I find that more than I did in the past, I loathe what they have become, or what we have to become.
I just wanted to write this book to record the hard work and growth of "crazy girls" who don't conform to worldly requirements.
Purpose: "The Character of a Mad Girl" was once a book about dreams and the future. Now I dedicate this name to this new book and to all the women I hate.