How easy is it to destroy a person?

Buddha said: breaking three thousand troubles can't save the first-line people in the world. People who live in this society will bear various identities besides themselves. The post at work, the fanatic of photography, the husband who loves his wife, the filial son, the most beautiful Yangshuo person ... Every line is a kind of pulling force, which can pull people's expansion and embarrassment. Everyone in society is like a person suspended in the air by a hydrogen balloon. Some people can see the underground scenery and untie the rope themselves. Some people add more and more balloons to themselves and get lost. Destroying a person is to puncture his balloon and let him fall, which is unexpected.

I have been a timid child since I was a child, neither introverted nor cheerful. Because parents are busy doing business, although they stay with them after school, they lack communication. When I am bored, I will go out to play with my friends nearby, but they are all younger than me. Sometimes their parents lock them up and prevent them from playing. So I learned to play with myself. I can enjoy myself, such as soldiers, cars and cass. It can be said that I know this area in front of my house like the back of my hand, because I lie prone on the ground, lean against the tree to watch the movement of ants before the rain, climb over the tree to catch scarabs that only exist in summer, play with stones and sand sticking together, play with bubble water made of detergent and glycerin, and see its splendor in the sun.

Some people may think that I lived a carefree childhood, but you know what? I even thought that the summer vacation was too long and there was too little homework. I asked my father to accompany me to buy math exercises. Finally, they agreed, but nothing happened. Besides, I hardly play with adults. They are all busy with their own affairs and live a world I don't understand.

During this period of time, I am idle, and my idle eggs hurt. I even began to think about the meaning of life, and I also started to play with some electronic devices. Calculator with voice 1-9, I can even hum a tone, and I can tell which key was pressed by listening to the tone. I tried to sing the melody with a calculator, mm-hmm, but I don't understand Durimi's verbosity ... I also like to play with a landline similar to a calculator. I want to know why the receiver line is circled. Wondering why I can hear the voice in the receiver, but I have to tell another person what is said under the receiver? I'm curious about other settings besides dialing. I don't know ... until one day, I successfully dialed a phone number by pressing it at random, and the opposite side came: Hallo ~ ~ * * * * * * didn't understand the language, so I hung up the phone in fear. Run and tell dad. He told me with a nervous face and told me to hide quickly. You called the foreign gangster and hung up on him. He will definitely send someone to arrest you. As soon as I heard this, I was frightened. I had set foot on the dark and rotten wooden stairs, so I ran upstairs and hid in the cargo pile for more than an hour. Dad later told me that he had sent a truckload of money to the police for me and helped me solve this problem. I feel terrible. My only dream at that time was to live in a house with white walls and no rain leakage like my classmates. Tears fall, not because I am safe; Nor is it moved by this father's love; What I'm thinking is that with so much money at home, I'm going to live in this house infested with rats, cockroaches and spiders for several years with three or four washbasins in the rain. It's all my fault, because I made this call. From then on, I began to understand fear. This incident destroyed my curiosity and told me that curiosity has a price; It also destroyed my normal mentality about the phone. I was very afraid of calls from others.

If children are not born for fun, it is meaningless. This is a kind of ridicule that I can accept in this era. However, the scene I experienced when I was a child was because the adult was vicious or because his thoughts were interesting. In fact, at a family gathering, children are shown H films to test their so-called sense of shame. I was among them, the youngest child. Some older children understood and ran out. Just me, still in preschool, sitting in front of the TV watching. I forget what I saw, but I can't forget the laughter of a bunch of so-called relatives sitting in the back. And in the next few years, everyone will take this as a joke. Oh, thank you for bringing it up so often. Let me remember it still! Thank you for letting me know about sex earlier than my peers You destroyed a child's understanding of affection, and you destroyed a child's trust in adults. Oh, maybe it shouldn't be destroyed, it should be broken!

I read an article in the newspaper about how to hurt and help a person most effectively.

1 Destroyed his self-confidence, constantly destroyed what he was best at, and made him unable to achieve his goal.

Accuse him of the most sensitive and concerned things, constantly stimulate him, and make him constantly doubt himself.

The effect of this is that the other person's spirit will collapse and life will lack hope.

Maybe I should thank you for letting me get in touch early, which broke the unformed world view. But, bah! Who the fuck wants this twisted worldview to affect themselves? Some people say that suffering can also give people gains. I said: fuck the hardships, the harvest is given by a tenacious self-ontology, never suffering. Suffering will only destroy and never gain! I have lived for a while now, and I know my present society. Society will not be kind to people, only oneself can be kind. I don't like to make things difficult for others, but I'm not afraid. I'm already a bad boy, and I can't give up like before!

How simple it is to destroy a person, whether it is a word, an event or a look. How easy is it to save a person? It's a word, a thing, or a look ... This society is full of people who can protect themselves wisely, and this society is full of people who can live carefully. Now, I pretend to see through, can I live free and easy! What if I burn my own blood? I want to be young! Every generation may have three views of each generation, but I don't want to be like them, and I dare not say that I agree with them, but I am afraid to live like them!

Oh, it's a little beside the point. Just consider it a story. I wanted to write 20 17 to commemorate my 20 17, but it overflowed. Just be happy!