A few days before the internship, the company's housing allocation has come down, and the rest can only be arranged by itself. There are three girls and three boys in our company. According to the specific housing situation of our company, three boys can live together, but girls can't, because the room is too small, and only two people can have one room at most. Finally separated, but only in this way, there, three people can live in a room. Even so, I'm a little sad. Because I had a class in the evening, I went back early, took a bath, took classes and did ideological work for myself for a long time. Finally, I figured it out. What does it matter as long as everyone is still together, but reality finally gave me a loud slap in the face.
I still remember that at that time, my friend came to me in tears and said that she didn't want to live with people she didn't like or know, so she was unhappy. At that time, she had been tortured by housing for a long time. A little girl cried very sadly. As a friend, I said to her without thinking, "If you are unhappy, then I will go out with you." Later, we went to the counselor together and filled out the application for housing allocation. The reason I gave my mother about this is that I need a better learning environment for further study. In fact, we also discussed renting a house before, but because the housing price in this city is too expensive, as interns, we can't afford to pay 1000 yuan a month, let alone guarantee the basic living expenses. Everyone has passed the age of asking their parents for money without any bad feelings. Actually, I think so too, but as a good friend, I can't let her go out to live alone. I didn't think too much about the money. I just wanted to pay it back to my parents after I earned it. I should have paid for it myself. So it's just the two of us who finally decided to go out and live.
On the first day at the internship site, I first went to the house assigned by the company and had to have a place to live. But when I went there, there were many unbearable places. We went out to look for a house that afternoon. The process of finding a house was not so beautiful, and I was tricked into paying the information consultation fee. I don't know if it was successful in the end. In this way, the two of us returned to the dormitory. Another friend of ours has cleaned her room and we are staying there for the time being. We thought about it for a long time, and after analyzing the advantages and disadvantages from the convenience, we decided to overcome it and live in a dormitory. In this way, the residence of the internship is decided. Originally, I was arranged to live with another little girl, but because there was only one bed in the room and the bed was small, we finally shared a room. Later, everything gradually got on track. It was not long before I lost my temper and began to cheat.
At that time, everyone discussed going home together, and then slowly dragged it on me. It may also be that I was rubbed a little too much during that time, and I was a little upset, and I was the kind of person who put all my emotions on my face, so my unhappiness was highlighted, which was called "slapping". I always don't want to explain, and I always don't like to talk afterwards, so they still think I'm angry, and because it's my fault, they can't help but have some opinions on me. I can feel the change of everyone, especially two friends. At that time, I was at a loss and I was always confused. Later, some friends told me, and I took the initiative to mention it myself. I sincerely apologize to them. But I still can't get it back. I obviously feel that everyone is no longer like before, and I feel even more out of place. Later, my friend came back from home and fell. I was worried, too. Come back at night to comfort her and give her medicine. But I woke up like that the next day. Maybe it's because I'm too sensitive, but those changes remind me that I didn't think much. I still remember that day when they came back from work and were busy talking in the kitchen. Because some things are tired, ask them. They don't need my help, and I can't get in a word. So I went back to my room and sat down, and I didn't let them cook dinner for me that day. Later, my friend came to me and asked me to help me brush the lunch box tonight, but I was told to wash the dishes. So when they wanted to eat, I took the lunch box to brush it. They finished eating, so I came out for a bowl. I brushed it. They said it was done, but they were a little unhappy and didn't want to talk to me. I was still immersed in my own sadness, and finally I went to the stairs and sat and cried for two hours. When I came in, I felt that they were very angry. I thought they thought I was angry, so they treated me like that. But because I was so excited and cried so much that I couldn't speak, I sent them an apology message on WeChat, explaining my behavior of going out and going up the stairs at night. Later, another friend said that it was because that friend brushed the lunch box at night that I realized what I had done and quickly apologized to her. The next day, I was still not well. I still want to cry after work. I want to cry even more when I call my grandma. While taking a shower, I organized language for a long time, trying to tell them that I wanted to move to another small room (the one previously assigned to me and another girl, who applied to go home), but they were angry because I didn't organize the speech properly. They think that's what I think, and then make a list of all my actions. They think I am selfish sometimes, and my words and deeds are different. I wanted to say something at that time, but I didn't know how to express it, and I didn't have a chance to say it. When I had a chance to explain, I didn't know what to say. Some mistakes were really my fault. After learning from the painful experience, I sincerely apologize to them and promise to make corrections. That night, everyone made up.
I thought everyone would go back to the past, but in the end, I was too worried. They are still fine, but I still can't get in a word. In a friend's mouth, I always shout the name of another friend. At first, I still felt uncomfortable, but I didn't dare to say it, let alone "make trouble". I'm afraid it will end up the same. In the group of our dormitory, I said I was unhappy and they would comfort me. They will also tell me some experiences after their internship, and I will comfort them. A little girl in the dormitory said to me, "it doesn't matter, so does she." A person in Shanghai is also very sad and feels out of place. There are obviously many people living in the room, but it seems that she is the only one, which is quite lonely. Loneliness among many people. " When I heard that, I was relieved, not because something happened to her. I know my situation is different from hers. Compared with what I expected, they and I are such good friends, which really makes me sad. But what's done is done, and I have to accept this reality.
I thought it was over here. Although I felt something was wrong in my heart, I still dared not say it again, and I didn't know how to say it. That night, we were in the same room, but we were all silent. I went on doing my own thing, and they stopped me when I finished. This time, unlike last time, we all spoke our inner thoughts from the heart. Their words were harsh, but some things were really right. Advice is most unpleasant to the ear, but they said it anyway. In fact, no one will tell you these words except my family. Just because they still want to be good friends with me, they told me, and I am grateful to them. Only then did I realize that some of my problems were bothering them. At that time, my mind was in a mess and I didn't know how to say it. After all, I didn't say what I wanted to say Of course, it doesn't matter in the end. It was only then that I began to pay attention to some details that I didn't usually care about, opened my heart and gradually returned to the way I was at school. Maybe something has changed, but I know that our friendship has been preserved after all, which is the best.
Each of us has our own ideas. In my world, some things I think are right and feasible, but not everyone is me, and things will never develop in the direction I think. I thought I was the only one. In their world, they all have their own judgments and choices, which is not wrong. Sometimes it's just a question of thinking or not thinking. Everyone needs their own private space, and we have no right to ask. We just need to have a clear conscience. Treat people simply and sincerely, and pay more attention to some details in life, then we will really be more gentle.
In this way, after a long time of thinking, I finally realized one day. Some things don't have to be forced. What should be yours is yours, and what shouldn't be yours is useless. In this friendship, we all worked hard, corrected our mistakes and had a clear conscience. It is ok for things to get this result. We are still young and have a long way to go. We should work hard and do something more meaningful. How can you always be stuck in your mind by some closed questions? The road is so wide, why do you always drill into a dead end? Just do what you should do and work hard towards your goals. For some people on the road of life, I think "the best relationship is to meet and contact them." If you shouldn't be persistent, then let go early, let go of yourself and make yourself happy.
That morning, I got up to cook and looked out of the window. The leaves are so green, the birds are so beautiful, even the smell of oil smoke in the pot is fragrant, and the mood is relaxed. What a beautiful day! Green has just embraced the sunshine, and her eyes are full of hope.
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