Lee was forced to have his legs amputated in a car accident. Since then, his life has become very difficult. Without his legs, he has lost his job, his lover has left him, and he can't even live independently. He hated himself for not having legs and felt like an invalid. He didn't want to go out and meet anyone, so he kept himself locked in his room.
But when a person lives alone, he has to go out, and he has to go out in a wheelchair. He lowered the brim of his hat, not wanting people to see his disheveled face.
Maybe it's because he hasn't been going out for so long that he can't keep up with the times, but he's noticed that the streets are beginning to be plastered with posters of young people in wheelchairs who are dressed up in fashionable outfits. I heard passers-by say that this is a recent trend, teenagers are beginning to take a wheelchair.
Xiao Li could not understand at all, he hated wheelchairs, hated without legs can not walk themselves, if possible he never want to touch the whole life.
Li struggled to row his wheelchair, slowly moving forward.
As he rounded the corner of the intersection, Li was suddenly knocked to the ground. His hat flew out and his haggard face was covered in dust.
Little Lee lifted his head with difficulty, and what he saw were two well-dressed teenagers sitting in ostentatiously decorated wheelchairs, looking at him playfully.
"Ajussi, your wheelchair is too rustic, isn't it?"
Little Li's wheelchair was tossed aside.
In the distance, passers-by taught their children,
"Look, I told you not to be fashionable, how dangerous!"
Little Li struggled dazedly, trying to sit himself up, but unfortunately he couldn't do it without his legs.
Li looked around, no one was there to help him.
The pain of others to whitewash the self different.
Today, I saw a lot of "depressives" crying about their delicate hearts and complex emotions.
In their mouths, they are sensitive and fragile, rich in feelings, as if they have endless sadness nowhere to talk about. As soon as they meet someone to discuss and sadness related topics, they have to come forward to agree, "Yes, yes, yes, I am also like this, living a good pain," "living a sensitive life is really difficult," "trying to become an ordinary person to integrate them! "
But is this really the case?
In my eyes those pretentious words are full of undisguised expressiveness.
These "patients" are not depressed, and they are not caught up in trying to fit in, as some of them claim. On the contrary, these "patients" know that they are not special, and that what they want to do is to be different from others.
Dazai said that those who talk about life and death don't have the courage to die, but are just hypocrites.
What could be a simpler way to become different than to say you are depressed and sensitive? Open your mouth, others do not understand how sensitive and fragile they are inside, how much they love to think. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Other people do not understand, can not experience your mind, because others will not think, and you stand out. I'm so sad that I have to agree with those who want to live like idiots.
This is cyber violence against people who are really depressed.
This is cyber violence against the truly depressed.