How my uncle said in front of the whole family that he wanted to marry my aunt, and then turned around the family’s opposition. Things like that.

My cousin let his girlfriend work in his store, and his relatives urged him to raise the salary. My cousin felt that if the salary was too high and he didn’t get any money in the end, he would be at a loss – this is the case.

They kept talking until my mother asked my cousin to delete the official announcement of her relationship on her Moments, and told her that she didn’t mind her trying to have two relationships at the same time or looking for someone else while she was still with him.

——But I have met my cousin’s boyfriend. He is a dull and ordinary science and engineering boy. There is no moral reason for him to be two-timing.

Hearing this, I had just been defeated by Jiangdong Iron Wall, so I found an excuse to go downstairs and lay on the bed to type these words.

——Sometimes I feel that I am no different from people with intellectual disabilities.

The differences between people are so great that the gap between my correct ideas and those of my relatives is also so great.

I am a loner, they are people who stick together, they have one kind of ideas, and I have another.

I cannot calmly point out things that I feel are incorrect, because if I am refuted with outrageous remarks, I will get angry and lose control and it will be difficult to say anything.

But I couldn’t just stand up and point at my mother and say “What nonsense are you talking about?” I couldn’t do that in front of my relatives.

The most I can do is delete the mother of the character I wrote ()

I shared the topic of deleting Moments with my friends, and got responses like “Emma, ​​this is so true,” which left me speechless.

——Is this true?

Is it actually me who is unreal?

Is it that my youth, when I was immersed in cards, was so fleeting that I can’t keep up with this era of short videos?

Is it because my old-fashioned ideas do not support the ships of the new world?

I thought again of the person who was cremated this morning.

It’s nonsense and the conversation is unsustainable.

Weirdly deformed, with erratic behavior.

But, he is also one of me, unable to understand many things in this world just like me.

One is in the tomb and the other is outside.

——It’s time to go to bed.