Like the new and the old.

Like many women, I like clothes, shoes, accessories and gadgets, even to the point of being a little crazy.

However, recently I found that I have a characteristic, that is, I like the new and hate the old.

Many times, it is particularly easy to be attracted by some novel styles or colors at first sight. If you don't buy them back, you will feel uncomfortable. You think about them day and night, and you will be practical only if you have a heart for yourself. But if you really buy it back, use it for two or three times and put it aside. You often wear the old ones you bought before. And I will rediscover many advantages of old things, such as the comfort of materials and the style that meets my inner expectations, until one day, I suddenly remembered what I had bought for a long time, and then found it good and listed it as my favorite thing.

Recently, I have carefully examined myself in my mind, and found that I didn't realize the characteristics before, that is to say, the basic style of what I like remains the same no matter how long it takes.

For example, I bought an eardrop in the third grade of primary school (I was an adventurous person when I was a child). When I was a teenager, I asked an aunt in the village to help me get my ears pierced behind my back. Now it's bohemian. It looked exaggerated at that time, but I especially like it. Although it was cheap, I didn't put it down until it broke down. Recently, I saw the same paragraph in Vipshop, and I was immediately attracted. Although it doesn't meet my age and status at all, I still watch it over and over again and can't bear to leave.

When I was seven or eight years old, my mother bought me a yellow plastic bead necklace, which was crystal clear. I like it very much. Until this year, when I want to buy a sweater chain, I will still try to find a similar style, but I have never found it.

So are others. Once a pair of shoes and a skirt are worn out, I especially want to have a new one with the same paragraph. Even if you are looking for a lot of dazzling goods, you will always see the one you once owned at a glance.

This is true for things, and it is also true for people.

The friends you choose are attracted by personality or a certain trait at first, but often you find that it seems that old friends have more tacit understanding, smoother communication and more comfortable together. Only when new friends become old friends can we enjoy the support and warmth brought by friendship more practically.

Let alone a lover.

At first, I thought he was well-proportioned, like the only poplar in the desert. After being madly in love, I suspected that I had misjudged someone. From three views to personality, there are a lot of awkwardness everywhere, but my lover is not clothes and shoes, so I have to run in, so I stumbled noisily until the young man became a greasy uncle, only to find that this man is so suitable for me, not to mention how much he tolerated me and accommodated me.

This may be the reason why I like old clothes and shoes. Because they are old, I don't need to be careful. Because they are old, they can fit my body better, and because they are old and softer, they can give me the greatest comfort.

One more thing, although it is old, it touched me uniquely when I first chose it. Then, after time polishing, I saw my initial heart and initial expectation again.

It is my instinct to like the new and hate the old, and it is the truest self I found after I became rich.