has hardly stopped for more than a month, and has been visiting customers every day. Today I wanted to relax and relax, so I decided to go to the pedestrian street for a casual walk. When I walked to a clothing store, I saw a dirty middle-aged man yelling. Maybe the atmosphere of blessing the motherland’s birthday on the street was too strong. The red flags were flying all over the street, and the man shouted passionately: Red flag! red flag! national emblem! national emblem! China! China! Just these few words, shouting repeatedly.
It’s okay, this is an inclusive society, and no one disturbs him. Even if he ran to the door of the opposite store and shouted, no one drove him away.
A few days ago, I went to a psychiatric hospital to discuss business. I saw some mentally ill patients in the aisle of the inpatient building. Every two were implicated by a plastic spring rope and the iron fence with a locked lock. The nurses following them drank and drank them, which made me feel pity. Looking at those numb faces, I couldn't help but wonder: Why are these people feeling abnormal?
When I was in elementary school, I often saw a man with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes walking around the streets in the neighboring village. I heard adults call him "Silly Golden Egg". So whenever the man with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes appeared on the streets of our village, countless children with long sounds would come one after another: Sad-jin-edge-come-home-home-come-
The scene was like a Japanese entering the village, and groups of naughty children scattered around and hid in the house; young children would no longer dare to make unreasonable noises in the coaxing of adults. I don’t know if that “stupid golden egg” is aggressive, but when I was a child, I was often scared by the “stupid golden egg is coming” from the elders’ words that they were so scared that I didn’t dare to feel restless. Later, whether the "Silly Golden Egg" was missing or dead, he forgot to ask the elderly in the village.
When I was in high school, there was a crazy young man who impressed me deeply. It should be a weekend day when I was resting at home. The piglet I raised in my house suddenly stopped eating food for a few days, so my mother asked me to go to the neighboring village to invite a veterinarian to come over. On the way back, a man in his twenties cried on the street naked. I was puzzled at the time and didn't know what happened. The veterinarian sighed casually: "What a good child, because his parents are too honest, they can't find a wife, and they'll go crazy if they say crazy...
That's a person who once made me feel pity for me."
There is a big brother in our village who married a "psychopath" wife - she often talks to herself, but it doesn't make us, who were young at that time, because she always smiles when she talks to us. I heard from the old people that this woman used to be very good at studying. For some reason, she became mentally ill without going to college and became a "psychopath" in the villagers' mouths. Later, I heard that she fell into a well in the field and drowned. It surprised me very much.
The most impressive person in my mental state was met in the city when I was in school in another place. At the intersection of traffic lights, cars come and go, and there is endless flow. A thin man walked around the intersection with a bowl and a pair of chopsticks. He even rode on the railings on both sides of the road, shouting loudly, as if he had suffered some grievance or was treated unfairly. He shouted all over the world, and whenever he saw someone passing by him, he would shout harder, to be precise, he should be speaking some of his own opinions. After returning to the dormitory, I discussed this topic with my classmates, and I suddenly had a question: Everyone is crazy, why can you keep holding a bowl and know how to eat? The roommates were silent for a while and smiled and said, "That's right." After graduating from
, in order to make money quickly, he chose to run business. When I went to the south, I saw countless people wandering in the city. Some are still very young, just in their twenties. The clothes were covered with black mud stains, exposed their butts, and their hair was rusted like a bird's nest - I guess the birds would dislike it and would not want to live in it. The expression is numb and the eyes are dull. But they can often be seen looking for food in the trash can.Every time I see such a scene, I can’t help but sigh and ask: What kind of hardships have they experienced? It has fallen to such a point! Are they really stupid or are they wandering around because of laziness? If you are stupid, why do you know how to pick food in the trash can? They don’t eat it as long as it is food. They can’t see it and throw it away directly.
What surprised me the most was that on the side of the road when I was visiting a customer in a small county town, I saw a guy lying on the side of the road "masturbating" quickly. Damn, he must be not stupid if he can have the awareness of solving his physiological needs himself!
So, why do those who are already crazy and stupid still know how to eat? I think it must be driven by instinct. As for why it's crazy, to be honest, I really don't know.
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