I never thought I'd like to sleep with a little doll in my arms, and I always slept according to what my parents taught me to "lie flat", "so that I don't hunch." Of course, I occasionally fall asleep on my side in a normal position, and I know that the best sleeping position is to sleep curled up like a baby is still in its mother's womb, lying face to the right side – this way the stomach is below, which facilitates digestion, and the heart is on top without putting pressure on the heart. Recently, I fell asleep with a piggy doll given by a friend a year ago, as if I had opened up a new universe.

Because I'm about to go back to work, I'm thinking about whether to take this little pig doll out because of getting along these days. It is pink, with a small head and a large buttocks, and small hands, which is biased towards the flat type of pillow, except for the horns of a lazy sheep hairstyle on the top of the head, there are no other bulges on the body, and it is very comfortable to hold. In the end, I decided not to take it out, the flu was serious outside, and I was afraid that the more intimate contact things there were, the more risks there were.

Having said that, I used to think that my friends had a lot of dolls, or that there were dolls among my roommates who had been with me since I was a kid and wouldn't change the cleaning fluid, and that we had to sleep together. I don't think I'll like it, two blank sheets of A4 paper can definitely bring me more joy than that. But now, after a chance close contact with the piggy doll - [True Fragrance] - is quite comfortable. I'm starting to understand them a little.

Do I need to explain the [True Fragrance] meme? is in a rich young master and poor children exchange a period of life program, the young master who was transferred to the countryside, when faced with the things cooked by the "parents" in the countryside, felt that this was very low, and said fiercely, "Even if I starve to death and die outside, I won't eat a bite of you" - in the end, he ate a little when he was hungry, so he happily said "It's delicious" while eating hot food (like noodles).

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I think of the boring process of many predecessors in this world, in different times and spaces, who shut themselves in their rooms, wrote from the moon to the rising sun, fell asleep when the sun rose, slept until the sun walked through the sky, talked with a friend or walked alone in the afternoon, and continued to stay awake with coffee or tea after a rambling conversation or stroll, and continued to write about the boring process - so that there are so many heirlooms in the world, and there is also the craft of stories laid down by these heirlooms.

I may be an unqualified practitioner of the craft. I didn't devote myself to studying a lot of good works, I didn't make a lot of imitation connections, and I didn't think about a work or a sentence a thousand times.

But I, who chose to be a normal social person rather than a writer, should calmly accept the closure of the door to them. It's just that I can't put in the same amount of effort and can't cross this threshold.

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This long-term test of life is really difficult, especially the multiple-choice part: because you have to go through it after choosing someone, and the feeling of experiencing many options is different from when you first saw various options. Hmph, that's infuriating.