Actually, I'm born after 80, and if I calculate by the Gregorian calendar, I'm only seven days away from 90. Just these days, it's a lifelong regret.
Time makes people old. In the era repeatedly mentioned by the media after 1995 and 2000, I really feel old.
I watched the biography of Chu Qiaochuan these days (well, I am so vulgar), but I was rejected by that handsome guy with a single eyelid, clean appearance and slender figure. I tried it with Baidu, but it turned out to be a small fresh meat in 1997, which scared me into a cold sweat. I don't even think fantasy is appropriate. When I grow up, I will marry the barrage of the seventh day. Really speechless.
My little sister in 1996 is about to graduate from college. She asked me on WeChat how to prepare for the civil service exam. Then, I was shocked and thought that there might be a colleague six or seven years younger than me next year. What's more frightening is that my works still show no signs of emerging.
In 1995, my colleagues' wedding was about to be held on 1 1, and colleagues around me walked into the marriage hall one by one, becoming more and more lonely. At this time, I feel old.
Being dragged into the WeChat group of college students, the heads of the students have not turned into wedding photos or baby photos, and I have to sigh, really old.
You can read between the lines of leaders and colleagues in one second, and see through the so-called routines between men and women at a glance. I will let the blind date know what I mean without saying anything, and I can only admit that I am old.
People of the same age have bought cars and houses. I began to browse the real estate information, even went to see the house, and began to secretly calculate how many tens of thousands of down payment was still missing.
More and more reluctant to confide in anyone. There are fewer and fewer words, and I don't want to say more meaningless words. I don't want to walk into anyone's life, and I don't care about other people's gossip. . . . . Wechat group chat that forgot hundreds of messages has no desire to open. . . . I forgot to mention that this WeChat group is a group of friends, and the people in it are generally one or two years younger than me.
There are fewer and fewer friends in the circle. When I meet beautiful food, I will take a photo and see for myself. I'm too lazy to retouch the picture or match it with carefully decorated words.
When you meet someone who doesn't like you, you stay away, just don't want to make an effort to please.
I am getting old.
One year older, my thoughts, life and mood will be somewhat different.
So what can we do?
I told my mother the other day that I was afraid of falling into the anxiety of 30 years old. I'm afraid I still have nothing at the age of thirty. My mother replied, even if you have nothing, it's no big deal. You have a job, you won't starve to death.
Yes, it is good to live, let nature take its course, and you will get old when you get old.
I even regret my wasted youth, and I even questioned my original choice again and again.
However, so what? Let bygones be bygones.
I know I'm old, but I don't mind.