Being sick is sometimes a good thing......

The doctor who helped me treat my nose must be a very caring doctor, otherwise, how could he prescribe medicine for me for more than ten days?

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One morning, even though I was three minutes late because I had slept well because of the medicine I had taken the night before, I obediently went to the small cafeteria for breakfast, which I had already given up.

Even though my nose wasn't sneezing and runny nose at the time, the feeling of plugging still made me feel like a patient. Therefore, I was weak when I spoke, giving people a feeling of weakness. That's why I'm so quiet......

Busy, did not stop, I am also very engaged in the busyness to find the value I want.

Usually there are too many things, and I will be very messy, and I will fall into a state of complete madness. But that day, although my movements were a little slower than usual, I didn't mess up, and unexpectedly solved the mess one by one. Quiet, I can really see a lot of ......

It was Christmas. However, I'm not interested in the festival, it's not about the East or the West, I just don't feel it.

When I saw my friends on the Internet showing red envelopes, gifts, and blessings, I just smiled faintly. Because, we are all empty......

When I was left for work in a few minutes in the afternoon, Ken's boss, my boss, was the new copy manager. She asked me to send a sample to the factory to confirm it with QC. I was surprised: "Now?!"

After receiving an affirmative answer, I had no choice but to go to the factory with the sample.

At that time, I was very unhappy, because I had to run to the factory when I was about to get off work. When I came back from the factory, everyone else had finished eating. The imbalance in the mind will be infinitely magnified......

However, if you look at everything from a different angle, it will be a sea and a wide sky. How can I look at all this with a high profile when I am not flying in the sky? I am on the ground......

Since I'm an errand runner, I have to be a good errand runner. In a collective, if you care too much about your own feelings and don't obey the arrangements of your superiors, then the whole operation will go wrong. As a result, you will not live out the person you want to be, because you have no sense of responsibility......

Running errands doesn't have to be low. That can only mean that one's ability has not yet reached the required stage, so it is just learning and accumulating. A good errand runner is not to feel inferior, hard and uncomfortable, and complain about the world all day long, but to work hard to do his duty, but also to think about the whole, sacrifice the small self for the big self at any time, and constantly improve his ability. Sacrificing the ego for the whole is not stupid, but another kind of gain. You can't win 'em all. The more you are afraid of losing and clinging to what you think is good, the more you will lose another better one.

Yes, although I am an errand runner, I have run a lot of uncles, aunts, brothers, brothers and sisters who can often face it with a smile, all of which are obtained from running errands. If I had only sat in my office from the beginning, perhaps my mental world would have been more boring and numb.

I've been thinking about it, thinking about the benefits of running errands. Thinking about it, the mood is naturally comfortable. There is no such thing as a free lunch, and there is no such thing as running errands for nothing.

Yes, I can't fly. However, I can still run.

After all, before I flew, I was a kid who used to run wild.

My world can still turn with color, interpreting the 2B optimistic heart of my Sagittarius!

Time goes on.

"Forgive me, I'm very much like a child. Dreams, all sorts of stupid things. From the sky, the story of falling into the mortal world......" This song "Angel Falling into the Mortal World" is a song that I love to remember at that time.

Because, I really look like a child......

Since I was a child, I grew up under the doting of my family, and I have a strong, almost perverted so-called "self-esteem". That is, I am the god of my world.

When someone says something that hurts my self-esteem, I hate that person a lot. It doesn't matter if that person is a relative, or a friend. It's okay to make a joke, but my subconscious will automatically analyze whether the joke has stepped on a red line that hurts my self-esteem.

In that so-called self-esteem, I was extremely narrow-minded. Whoever hurts my pride, I will remember the traces of the injury clearly. Perhaps, with a smile on the past, I will forget these unpleasantness. But if the same thing happens to that person, then the anger in my heart will be returned to that person along with the old hatred. In other words, the people who hurt my self-esteem have always had a record of hurting me in my heart, and I have never really forgotten them. Therefore, I can't give much sincerity to people who have hurt my self-esteem, because the memory of my self-esteem has been hurt......

Because I grew up under doting, I feel that I am noble. If you give yourself, you must have a response. If there is no response, the perverted self-esteem in the heart will start to flare up.

It's a mental illness. All this time, it has not been better. So, I'm withdrawn......

Emotionally, that perverted self-esteem will hope that the future partner cares about me very much, and loves me 100%.

When this disease is severe, it is easy to make a big fuss and think too much. I always feel like everything wants to hurt me. In this way, push yourself into a world full of loneliness and regret.

My first romance was such an iconic portrayal.

Because I always feel that my first girlfriend likes someone else, she doesn't love me 100% at all, so my perverted self-esteem will drive my brain to do a series of crazy behaviors. For example, delete the deduction, add the blacklist, and post some weird mood ......?

However, this is just too much to think about. This is not the case at all, but I have been "kidnapped" by that mental illness.

Because of that mistake, my heart struggled very painfully. Therefore, I don't understand love, and I am afraid of love.

After a few years of precipitation, I thought that I should be able to cure the mental illness. So, start learning to love......

When the second relationship comes, I always feel that I can cherish it, as long as Arou cares about me and loves me 100%, then I won't think too much......

Still, I couldn't shake off the grip of that perverted pride. At the beginning, when Arou felt that I was her god, my perverted self-esteem actually recognized the word "god", and thus raised my requirements for the future to the realm of this "god" word.

Like, when I sing to Arou, I ask her if she is good. If she had replied "Listen well" with a lot of expressions, my perverted self-esteem would have remembered that reaction. The next time I sing to Arou, I also ask her if I sing well, and she just replies with the word "good", my perverted self-esteem will think that she doesn't care about me so much, and it will naturally hurt ......

Also, she spoke in the space. I commented, and so did some of her friends. However, when she replied to her friends' comments, but did not reply to mine, my perverted self-esteem felt that I was so redundant in her circle of friends that I was not recognized at all. Almost all of my friends who read what I wrote about at the time knew that she was my girlfriend, however, in her space, there was no boyfriend of mine at all. This hurt my perverted self-esteem even more, and as a result, I thought too much endlessly, and in the end, all I could bring was tears of insomnia......

Actually, everything is a small thing. But, my perverted self-esteem just can't accept it. So, if I don't cure this mental illness for a day, I won't be able to have peace in my heart at all.

Almost all of the "injuries" were self-inflicted by my perverted self-esteem, and as a result, I was extremely insecure.

What I have, it doesn't seem to be, it's not all mine, I'm just keeping it temporarily.

So, I'm so tired. I have something on my mind, and I can only talk to myself, because there are some words that others can't understand at all.

When I was a child, I could get a lot of things I wanted, and I thought I could get a lot of things at that time, but I still couldn't get them......

Heaven is fair, gave me all the pampering when I was a child, but took away all my security when I grew up......

So, my smile is all narcissistic......

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