Chapter 2 Please patients don't just die in the hallway

Cultural regulation seems to be the most powerful thing in the world. It takes care of things that the government and the police can't control. You use it to eat breakfast in the morning, you use it to meet clients at noon, and you use it to sleep at night.What would happen without it?Without it there would be no you.There is such a regulation in the taste of the modern intellectuals-you cannot say that you love life.If anyone sees Tian'er happy, it's almost like pasting a line of invisible words on his face: I am a pig.The rules are so strict that you can hear people everywhere complaining that they are too smart to be happy.I suspect that "unhappy" is often just perjury, and "smart" is the point of the speaker.A few years ago, Kundera's was popular for a while, and even one song sang "I want to surpass this ordinary life".When I encountered a similar situation, I thought, why are you so wicked, and why do you want to hang out with us who are so world-weary?

I often feel that all kinds of bad things in life are actually determined by God.This is not to say that it supports fatalism. "Heaven" is just a metaphor, referring to a force that cannot be determined by itself.When you were young, you wore three stripes vigorously. Will you not like life when you grow up?There's nothing like that under the sun.Did you frown deeply when you were a child, but become a smiling Buddha when you grow up?The probability is not high.But what made us have such a face when we were young?Gene family education environment, there are so many factors that are inexhaustible, but there is one thing: you can't decide by yourself.

In , there is a poor guy named Cohen, incompetent, weak and sentimental, sitting in a cafe and saying to Jack Barnes: "Day after day, but I have never lived." In "Ivan Ilyich In ", Ivan Ilyich lived a rich and empty life and was about to die. He suddenly suspected in his heart: "Maybe I haven't lived as I should." These words are quite simple, not exaggerated, in line with People reflect on the normality of life.Ilyich's death is imminent, and seeing it like this can't be called world-weary, it can only be called living a lifetime but feeling that it doesn't make much sense.I suspect that its predecessor is probably one of the oldest lamentations in human history.As early as the Paleolithic Age, a certain ancestor had a full meal of mammoth sashimi, and there was no female ancestor to tease for a while, so he sat by the river and thought sadly: It’s okay to fight with mammoths day after day. Meaning!

As for the life of Ivan Ilych, the author Tolstoy commented that it is "the simplest, the most common, and the most terrifying".This is the typical religious view.The later American writer Philip Roth pretended to be unimpressed, saying that the lives of those with vested interests are, as far as I know, the simplest, most ordinary, and by American standards the most remarkable. The success and wealth of China are rare and good things in the eyes of ordinary Americans. If anyone thinks that besides being successful and rich, you have to feel the texture of the soul, it is called something wrong.Philip Roth himself is also a faulty person. In fact, he is mocking the United States and supporting Tolstoy.

So what is it supposed to be "too smart enough to be happy," or someone too idiosyncratic to love life?My humble opinion is that, in addition to being cool, this person has to be a bit of a eccentricity.All you need to look cool is to look at the horizon in the autumn wind, but it will cost you real money to look down on the secular world—the secular world is more powerful than you, so let’s prepare for the psychological construction of making a few less money first. Ever since I was in elementary school, I found that those students who lived very vigorously wrote essays differently from us. I could only write some parallel lines, such as "Time is like water, time flies, and it is time for mother bird to give to bird "Nursing season", but they will ask the teacher very seriously: "How should we spend this life?" The teacher insists on this, saying that they have thoughts and so on.To me, it's like much ado about nothing. How I spend my life has nothing to do with me. Isn't it my mother's decision?

At that time, the magazine I read most often was "New Youth". It serialized the cartoon "Ding Ding and Ning Ning" on the end page of each issue. At the beginning of each story, Ding Ding did something to go to the house to expose the tiles, and at the end, Ning Ning was always nagging like a monitor.Every time I read this group of comics, I feel depressed and think: Why does every student in our second class look like Ning Ning?Just me and Zhang Yidan are like Ding Ding.I feel like I’ve lost my soul all day long, but Zhang Yidan has mental problems. I take a boiled egg to school every day, and when I can’t find it, I cry a lot: “Where’s my egg?”

Such tragic memories stayed with me until I was an adult, and by then I had fallen in love with a video game called Theme Hospital.Players run a hospital in this game, and they have to face many troubles, such as nurses flirting with doctors, nurses playing billiards when they are free, female patients screaming too much when they defecate, and so on.When the epidemic is prevalent, there are always people dying in the hospital, so my favorite part of the story comes—the announcer’s crisp female voice echoed repeatedly throughout the hospital: “Please don’t just die in the corridor!” of.I think my ideal in life is to be this female announcer and turn serious things into nonsense.

If I could go back in time, I, the female announcer, would go to school first. As soon as Zhang Dan started crying, I would give him a boiled egg: "Here, your egg." Then I would talk to my childhood self Chat: "Go play with them, in fact they are just a little benzene." In the end I will tell him that life can be happy, if we don't give life meaning that it doesn't have, and make fun of things like death, I don't take "how to spend my life" very seriously, but it's hard for us to do it.Living would have been simple, quiet, and worth trying if it hadn't been scurrying up and down the corridors like everyone else's.