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, what can I write about?
He has the serious face of an uncle in a Japanese gangster movie, but occasionally he smiles and it's really reserved. He doesn't want this or that, and he shows off that he has never worn a scarf. It's like making him break a taboo to make him wear a scarf. Indeed, I understand. It's worth bragging about not wearing a scarf.
Such a serious person, and he has dimples. He has ears that catch the wind. He helps his friends in a gentle way. Pessimistic yet romantic. All his emojis are cute. I suddenly realized that recently I've been writing on the floor near the door. Do I like being close to 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 as I went for a walk just now. When I was a child, I was just foolishly doing nothing, pretending to be mature. Sometimes I pretended so much that I even fooled myself. I was 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 Taurus.
I want to become a child again, and this time I'll try not to pretend as much as 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's a fox den in the bushes in front of the supermarket. One of them has a lame leg and bald fur, rummaging through the trash cans, looking really pitiful. Unfortunately, I don't have any food either. Talking about it is making me hungry, I'll go downstairs and buy something to eat.
Yes, recently I've noticed that the feeling of hunger can be accidentally forgotten within a certain period of time. And then after a while, I'll remember it again.
By this time, I've already woken up from a nap, Uncle Zhong called me, saying that we haven't been in touch for a long time, so we greeted each other and made fun of each other's changed physique. After a while, I called my dad, they were all together, and there was a guest, a uncle I used to see often when I was a child. He has a daughter who is a bit mentally disabled. I only remember that when we were kids, we watched cats catching mice together on her sofa. He said she still mentions me.
The uncle was very happy to see me, his face was all wrinkled from smiling, he kept waving at me, and I was also quite happy. From childhood to adulthood, my way of dealing with the people around me 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 would 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.