I think Mabu is indeed often cute, which makes me think he is very cute. The studio is so bright, it's blinding me.
The light is off. I'm thinking about what to write.
He has the serious face of an uncle in a Japanese gangster movie, and occasionally smiles, which is indeed reserved. He doesn't want this or that, and he boasts about never wearing a scarf. It's like making him break a vow to make him wear a scarf. Indeed, I understand. It's worth bragging about not wearing a scarf.
Such a serious person, but also has dimples. Wind-catching ears. Helping friends in a gentle way. Pessimistic yet romantic. All the emojis are cute. I suddenly realized that recently I have been writing things on the ground near the door. Do I like facing the door? I probably don't, but why does it feel like a habit? I'm so hungry, but I don't want to move my mouth.
I really want to experience the feeling of being a child again, I thought when I just went for a walk. When I was a child, I was just foolishly doing nothing, pretending to be sensible. Sometimes I pretended until I even fooled myself. Crazy. I was easily fooled when I was a child, I was enough on my own. I still really want a dog. I'm lacking a cute pet in my destiny. I already have a cow, my dad is a cow.
I want to become a child again, and this time I'll try not to pretend if possible. I want a dog. It seems like there aren't many stray dogs on this road, but there are quite a few cats and foxes. There is a fox den in the bushes at the entrance of the supermarket across the street. One of them has a lame leg and bald fur, rummaging through the trash cans, looking very pitiful. Unfortunately, I don't have any food either. Talking about it makes me hungry, I'll go downstairs and buy something to eat.
Yes, recently I discovered that the feeling of hunger can be accidentally forgotten within a certain period of time. And then after a while, I will remember it again.
By this time, I have already woken up after a nap, Uncle Zhong called, saying that he hasn't contacted me for a long time, so we greeted each other and made fun of each other's current physical condition. After a while, I called my dad, they were all together, and there was a guest, a uncle I often saw when I was a child, who had a slightly mentally disabled girl. I only remember that when we were young, we watched cats catch mice together on her sofa. He said she still mentions me.
The uncle was very happy to see me, his face was wrinkled with a smile, and he kept waving. I was also quite happy. From childhood to adulthood, my way of dealing with the world has always been simple and distant, passively immersed. I don't have much empathy for other people's suffering, only when someone is being bullied, I will fantasize that I am a big sister in a gang and can lead everyone to seek revenge.
Unfortunately, the older I get, the more focused I become, and I only want to develop those relationships that feel strange.