Vicissitudes of time vicissitudes of people — feelings of the 80’s generation

Unconsciously, it has been 26 years. After several ups and downs in the vicissitudes of life, I feel more and more like myself now. The innocent and ignorant smile on his face was gone in return for the professional and hypocritical smile hanging on his face every day. In the past, I always imagined that I was a dragon that didn’t meet the wind and cloud, and one day I would take off. Now I find myself just a little pitiful. The romance once imagined has become the helplessness to the real society now. When there is no one at night, I always ask myself silently. Is I really Real now? There is no answer, only the drunken self hiding in the corner silently counting the few sorrows. My heart door has been locked, and the small weakness in my heart has been deeply hidden, which makes me feel very safe. Looking at my friends getting married one by one, I kept asking myself whether it was time to find someone who was too young, but sadly found that the door in my heart had been closed tightly, the key has not been found for a long time. Living every day in a muddle, I turned back and found that I had wasted a lot of time, feeling a burst of fear. Keep encouraging yourself in your heart. You need to work hard and stand out. However, life is still the same day by day. It feels like the pointer on the clock. It’s not that I don’t want to change, but I don’t know where to change. I gradually changed to hide myself, hiding myself in an inconspicuous corner and observing everyone around me, just like a frightened cat. Gradually become hypocritical. Every word you say has to be thought in your mind for a long time. Every word of others has to be chewed repeatedly before they dare to answer, everyday life is as tasteless as chewing wax. I used to push the person I liked into others’ arms and comfort myself constantly. As long as she was good, I was suffering with me. Now I am still the same, sending the girl I like into the arms of my friends. And constantly comforted herself that we were not suitable, there was a gap in age, and her unstable work could not bring her a comfortable life and romantic love. When they talk about various topics on the Internet and laugh happily. I can only pay silently and wait and see. It’s not me who is rude or cold-blooded. I also hope someone will care for me and care for me. But can I really have these now? I can’t give myself an answer. After 80 s, we longed for love but were afraid of love. We were afraid of being hurt and couldn’t bring happiness to each other. I began to like smoking, and a pack of cigarettes on my body has become an indispensable part of me every day. Smoke is as indispensable as the blood integrated into my body. I bought one when I was happy, one when I was annoyed, and one when I thought about it. I suddenly found that the cigarette was more kind than my family. I can light a cigarette in the dead of night, look at the flickering flame, and tell my troubles and sadness to it, it doesn’t matter even to cry silently to it. Because it won’t laugh at my weakness or dislike my repeated words. Surfing the Internet every day has become a compulsory course, and I am not willing to leave even if I sit in front of the computer in a daze. Gradually, I began to dive stealthily. I gradually deleted my friends from QQ from the list, and began to be no longer active in the group and no longer speak. The distance between me and my friends also began to become more and more distant. Gradually, no longer pay attention to dressing up or the taste of the food. Every day I start to rush about for three meals a day, and keep busy for the rent of a small single room. The social engagement among friends also began to escape. Every time I couldn’t escape, I touched the few money left in my pocket and kept calculating how to spend this month. I began to learn to haggle over every ounce, and began to learn to cook, wash and decorate the living nest by myself. Time is still 1 minute 1 second past, and life is still unchangeable. After 80 s, we all began to mature slowly. We all began to work hard for our future, but there were several people who could see clearly our own path, how many people can successfully stick to the original dream and keep going on the road? Here, I sincerely wish that many 80’s generation who are the same as me can stick to their original dreams. Walk out of the sky belonging to our 80’s generation. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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