Y is my love of continuous reading

It is said that they are classmates, that is, the relationship between the two is based on the course, and once the course is over, the two will have nothing to do with each other.

Although the course "Psychology and Application" is quite interesting, the group discussions and activity presentations are also quite successful, and the grade points obtained are not bad, so it stands to reason that there is nothing to look back on.

However, the relationship with the group members still cannot escape the category of classmate.

Friends you meet through various opportunities in life will always withdraw from your life without knowing it after a period of time.

Gradually, they only exist in your spatial dynamics, and from friends, they regress to acquaintances, and even to strangers.So that one day, you saw a certain post of them, saw a certain group photo they posted, maybe you stared at it for a long time, but couldn’t remember his name, or who was him in the group photo.

The relationship between me and K is like this.

Having said so much, it also shows one thing, K is really just a short and inconspicuous existence in my life.

Back to the topic.

When I finished painting that day, I calmly accepted my sister's exaggerated praise and thanks, and sent the painting to the space.

To be honest, post some of my own calligraphy and paintings on these platforms, look at the familiar ones, the unfamiliar ones, the ones that are pleasing to the eye, and the ones that are not pleasing to the eye, give me likes, comments and forwarding, and a sense of accomplishment arises spontaneously.

My heart is very small, and I can't hold many things. The sense of vanity brought to me by one painting is too much. I can't hold too many things, overflowing invisible.

I am really happy. In the words of my roommate, it is a face full of spring breeze and a sultry look.

I feel that I am a boring person, with an ordinary face, ordinary height, and ordinary abilities.These thoughts make me have a slight social phobia.

Don't like to talk, don't like to laugh, especially when facing unfamiliar people.

In fact, more than one person has told me that it would be good to let me be more "beautiful" and smile more.

I remember that in the career planning class I took in my freshman year, the teacher asked us to collect comments from at least ten people, but I sent them to several people I thought I knew well, asking for help to write a comment.

What impressed me the most was the reply my high school deskmate gave me.

"Y, good buddy! Can draw, play the piano, full of artistic atmosphere, good grades, always ready to extend a gentleman's hand, perfect boyfriend, super popular with girls."

My first reaction was, is today April Fool's Day?

But not.

So I was silent for 5 minutes with a feeling of surprise and a little fear.

"I am Y."

"I know! Didn't you ask me what I thought of you?"

"...I thought you made a mistake..."

"No, I think I'm right, you are such a duck!"

"..."

I chatted with her all night. To be precise, she said and I listened.

She said, in the first year of high school, you really didn't attract much attention. You just focused on your studies and ignored everyone.

In my sophomore year of high school, I won a grand prize silently. The paintings, certificates and group photos were hung on the school's commendation column for most of the semester.

In the National Day chorus competition in the third year of high school, everyone was anxious for the accompaniment, but you went out without saying a word, sat in front of the piano, and danced your fingers, surging with excitement.

The college entrance examination, the first in the class, the fourth in the school, and the tenth in the city.

She said that girls liked you very early on.

Because I am your tablemate and have a good relationship, many girls think that I am your girlfriend and come to me to try.

Why didn't anyone come to you?

Who dares?You look icy all day, you don't even smile once, whoever dares to come near you will freeze to death.

You see, you have missed so many girls, and you have to change your temper that doesn't like to laugh, otherwise, you deserve to be single for 20 years.

Really panic.

I, who thought that my disposition to not laugh was caused by a slight social fear, turned out to be the reason for my poor social skills, which in turn made me the culprit for my slight social fear?

It's gone again, sorry.