There is a heavy rain on Sep 8th. The day after a wizzard thing happened--The weight number launched up for 10 Jin and never recovered in the following five days. I was so desperate and at the rim of giving up the diet plan. How dare it be, if the first day I could comfort myself that the instrument's abnormal, then the sebsequent facts perfectly broke my daydream.
Searching the Internet for answers hadn't result. It's just like a big joke God gave me to push down the joy and delight, eraser the former efforts and forced you to restart from zero.
No matter how, the hero has been recovering from the hit and shock, and determined to set out for the long journey.
The interrupt writing activity should also be connected.
Recently I planned to record the daily dream and analyze them. Yet not very clear each day I wake up how to describe it. Sometimes it's just like a blind want to see something, even you've catched any, you cannot convince yourself to believe.
Another trivial thing is that it seemed my appearance is easy to access, so I often met some strangers on the street to call me or ask me. I dislike that. So often with a earphone with me to disguise myself unheard. One day back home, there's a lonely sister asking me about where to find the No.44 Bus--she was walking directly toward me that I cannot pretending not seeing her. I was so speechless then-- Didn't you have a cellphone to check? Or don't you know to ask a station officer? Why do you think an occasional passing worker should know and help? Then another voice came to my head, she looked not so smart, probably she had lots of stories you didn't realize, she may have no cellphone and it was the first time for her to be in beijing, she might even not have the common sense of whom she should ask help for in that helpless situation. Then why cannot you just give her a favor?
Day Dream
People saying when they travelled abroad, or even just in Taiwan, the strangers would feel happy to give you assistant. Then why the Chinese like me won't? I felt guilty and the impulsion to head back to answer her, yet the steps were going in the opposite way.
Reflected every time I met this, sometimes I would help, only if when the task is simple; yet most of the time I would hurried away. Not telling why, sometimes it's just the gas field at that moment that made you feel if you stopped you'll trapped into troubles.
I felt uncomfortable since that made me feel myself like a selfish and cold-blooded man, and only considered things from own angles. But at that moment, at that place, the very first and natural reflections always are 'run away, he can handle this', more of self-protection than helping others.
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