At this moment, I am actually very sleepy and want to sleep... But think about it, I should write it...even if it is two or three hundred words...

In a person's life, there are many joys or fragments worth remembering, but there are actually very few that can be remembered...

That's why I need to use words to record my memories.

In fact, the brain remembers what has happened. However, they will become a unique boat and drift in the mind. What you see often will naturally think of it often. What you ignore will easily be destroyed and sunk by the tsunami in your mind, and will be truly forgotten.

Of course, there is also a magical existence that can restore the small boat destroyed by the tsunami in my mind. Even if it cannot be restored 100% or more, it can be restored. That magical existence is the carrier of memory. For example, diaries, photos, videotapes, unique fragrances, etc.

When people see diaries, photos, videotapes, or smell carriers of memory such as familiar fragrances, the memories associated with them are easily salvaged out quickly in their minds. Of course, except for brain problems.

So, in order to let my future self still remember me today and what happened now, I would rather choose to finish writing and go to bed...

After that, you can write whatever you want, just express what you want.

Tonight was Saturday night, and I could have caught up with a lot of work progress, but the manager took us out for a party and had dinner.

Huh... Actually, I don't like this kind of party.

Because every time I encounter such a party, I can't eat enough...

Although in the eyes of others, boiled fish, pickled fish, crayfish and other foods are all good dishes, I am not someone else. I just don’t like to eat these, and my body is not allowed to eat them...

Also, they must drink at every party, and I don’t like drinking, and my body does not allow it…

I feel that this kind of party is a waste of my working time, and at the same time, my existence also lowers the atmosphere of the party...

However, it still has one advantage, which is that everyone gathers to enhance their feelings. Even if they drink alcohol, I drink coconut milk.

Usually everyone is busy with work and stressful, so it’s good to relax occasionally. The most important thing is that the manager will pay for it and order whatever he wants.

Of course, I wouldn’t be the one who orders food. They can do whatever they order. I eat food in Buddhism. Because there is no food, only food.

So, even if I can eat enough, I will fill it with a lot of dishes.

The topic of chatting is also a cliché, there is nothing to write about...

But, before the party was about to end, the manager looked at me with a smile and said, "I think you are suitable for being a poet."

I was stunned and looked back at him with a puzzled look: "Ha?"

He smiled and said, "The copywriting and photos you wrote on your circle of friends are pretty good. I feel like you are buried here..."

Then, Xiaowen also smiled and agreed: "Yes, yes, yes, I think the copywriting you wrote is really interesting..."

The manager then also talked about other colleagues and finally summarized it: "There are really many buried talents in our department..."

Say a lie, I feel a little sweet...

Tell the truth, my heart is so sweet that I can fly...

It turns out that such a busy manager will also read the circle of friends...

I don't want to care if what they said is true, but I'm very happy and they give me affirmation.

Give me affirmation and I will have strength.

Therefore, people should contact more people who can affirm themselves and those who like them. (Of course, it is not absolute, depending on their mentality)

Every time I feel that I am very talented, my family will pour cold water on me. I have never paid much attention to what I think is my talent, as if there are any and nothing. This will make me feel inferior, and what I think is just self-righteous...

If my family can appreciate me like outsiders, even if it's just a lie, I think I must be very happy...

Huh, it doesn’t matter, even if I am just an ordinary person with an average qualification, I still have my own glory.

Well, although I am not a poet, I am a writer. Even if I am just a very ordinary, airy, and natural and harmless writer.

I have my own small achievements.

Just keep a normal mind and write your own things well.

The others are treated as summer wind, blowing through your ears...

I accidentally wrote more than a thousand words. Huh, OK, it's time to go to bed. After dawn, it's another fulfilling and busy day...

Have a dream...good night.
Chapter completed!