Thursday, May 19, 2011

We've talked about after 80 can not afford to love

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now we have reached the age gonna get married, but many students and colleagues around is still single.
When I asked them when the answer is: Marriage is a big deal not too hasty, so choose the other half of their time is more rational. However, many people are still not fallen in love hope he can talk about a real love, and then, and his beloved people to work into the marriage hall. But the love of the '80s has become a luxury for us, there is this idea of ​​fear is not just one person, because we all can not afford to talk about love. But whether spoken or not spoken to are afraid to put too much on the feelings of love, because fear of failure, we have to bear.
a blind date with my colleagues, sometimes good, come back after the regular contact. But she says can not find the feeling of love, more like friends, they do not pay too much affection, nor will you good. Yes ah, you can understand, because men are scared, and they also dare to try, afraid that he is a hot shaved Tiaozi. Sisters always talk about the time of marriage, said, find a good man to marry of their own it, regardless of their own like it or not, marriage will be good for him, little Baby Health sense for life.
male friends is to find the woman will live, good to her, sit safely live like, really tired because of hard work on the outside, want to have a warm home. Only to find love has left us, leaving only the marriage, life, life.
think of our people after the 80, love away from us, they like the mission of marriage, the economic condition is not so important to find a man (woman) to live is our sense of purpose. When my sister told me how they love how the girls dorm, how to how to change a boyfriend, how to romance, I can only sigh, thought it would be old, to find me my brother. We do not admit that the old, at least I think so, but the love and Marriage or quite the same.
when a friend asked me to get married? I said no, and even the boyfriend who is married ah? , appearance, education, economy is not as important as the individual ability. Sisters often say that when there is a real pain that we, the people we love before us, we must cherish it. Is now less a good man it? No, I do not think so, good guys are, but we have not found or is found the courage to convince myself. Many girls are not fit their modesty, and believe that the boy should take the initiative. Because we are not 90 people Ganaiganhen, I can safely say his love, even if it is rejected. At least a lot of friends around me are like this, miss a lot of good men, when their beloved men to become someone else's husband when married and is described by others, we can only secretly wiped a tear, bless them . Or a few days off their confinement, the ending is often so sad. Why do we prefer to hurt each other, do not want to say love hearts out? Because we always have our uncertain whether the other heart. So we are always in contradiction to his lost love, unknowingly came to the marriage age.
but can not afford at this time we've talked about really in love! Like stealth, and not very loving to speak in the group, whether and how many people in the piece, the total mobile phone hanging QQ, a bunch of people get together, one a mobile phone, all play each. Reunion of the two compulsory items: dinner, KTV children are beginning to call their uncle or aunt, although often reluctant to refute the: called my sister, called my brother always lonely, and whether you are one person alone, or which are in the crowd Just like singing the same song, alone, is a person's carnival, carnival, a group of people alone. Not so angry, young, and when faced injustice, will tell themselves, our society is such, you can not watch TV, but the computer is a necessity, will bring out Bengda three treasures: cell phone, keys, money, money never know which of the , not how to eat and how to wear a negative, refuse to grow up. Do not like to be that mature, so the chatter is in front of acquaintances, strangers before the silent, there must be a hobby is sleeping, all day long soak in the Internet, do not know what to do. Most frequent word is Is a constant topic of weight loss and actions, and ate regular breakfast, lunch and eat together, typing was quite inaccurate, but still play fast. 12:00 ago rarely sleep, anything can be There is no reason for pride with no capital, they are fundamentally inferior and look forward to positive and look forward to recognition failure when a man is hated even the courage to say no. Think that other people can not understand themselves and others as a reason for disdain.
because the others are in love, so in love himself more of a practice love not love, then you even begin to doubt have insisted on the love. Used to think a lifetime friend by his side, one day a month, he suddenly found that they are gone. Woke up at midnight, only stunned that has always been only one person himself, the more growth, more easily alone.
80 after we have a lot of dreams, some realized, some shattered. 80 of us, some famous, some unknown. 80 of us, struggling through a loss too, or survive. 80 of us, the wisdom of young tender youth retreat, began to adapt to the community of nations. Our hearts are well aware, we have experienced too much. Separation and Combination of affection, love and cooperation in the sub-, sub-friendship and cooperation, has been desperate pursuit, and later becomes worthless too. Blocking things parents had, until his injury, they would understand, the parents turned out to be right. Have asked yourself many times why alive? Later, have been too lazy to think about the meaning of life.
had for love can not be properly read, and later left to work for love. Now remember the first dream? Or, how many people have stuck to their youth when the dream. At home, the parents of our obedience, out of the house, our social obedience. Could not understand things will gradually get used to, do not know this habit is good or bad? I do not even know my dreams to be?
But one thing is certain, will not make some wild teenage dream ......

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