The childhood,and beyond.
Lots of things had happened over the past month or so. Now currenly in AYLC week,so I have a bit more time to post here.
Speaking of which,my previous post about the performance is technically not relevant now. The fact that it has been shifted "till further notice" just makes my heart wrench. Disappointing I would say.
Got back chem paper yesterday. Should keep quiet about it.
Anyway today afternoon went to eat lunch at pizza hut with pengfei,hancong,xiaodan and yangyi. After the meal we were actually talking about our childhood. Technically speaking I was not talking,they were the ones talking. About their interesting childhood,about how they enjoyed life,played games,dig for potatoes (LOL),got scolded and stuff. Of course some content are much more personal stuff so I shan't post them here.
The chatting session kept me silent,not because I was dumbfounded or what,but I didnt have much to say or share. The realisation that my childhood was kinda monotonous and empty kept me thinking. I can't say that I had a bad childhood. That is wrong. Maybe the word here is "too perfect".I recieved a lot from my family. My world was filled with just studies,tv and nothing else. No games,no other activities no such stuff.
Maybe my memory had failed me,but I don't really have memorable times to remember.
Perhaps my brain is leaking or faulty or something.
Or maybe I just don't treasure stuff.
Or maybe it is real.
That's why I am making up for my lost time,for my lost experiences.
Too little experiences to form a identity that belongs to me.
The search for an identity will continue.
Speaking of which,my previous post about the performance is technically not relevant now. The fact that it has been shifted "till further notice" just makes my heart wrench. Disappointing I would say.
Got back chem paper yesterday. Should keep quiet about it.
Anyway today afternoon went to eat lunch at pizza hut with pengfei,hancong,xiaodan and yangyi. After the meal we were actually talking about our childhood. Technically speaking I was not talking,they were the ones talking. About their interesting childhood,about how they enjoyed life,played games,dig for potatoes (LOL),got scolded and stuff. Of course some content are much more personal stuff so I shan't post them here.
The chatting session kept me silent,not because I was dumbfounded or what,but I didnt have much to say or share. The realisation that my childhood was kinda monotonous and empty kept me thinking. I can't say that I had a bad childhood. That is wrong. Maybe the word here is "too perfect".I recieved a lot from my family. My world was filled with just studies,tv and nothing else. No games,no other activities no such stuff.
Maybe my memory had failed me,but I don't really have memorable times to remember.
Perhaps my brain is leaking or faulty or something.
Or maybe I just don't treasure stuff.
Or maybe it is real.
That's why I am making up for my lost time,for my lost experiences.
Too little experiences to form a identity that belongs to me.
The search for an identity will continue.
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