You always like to turn on your cell phone. Your fingers always refresh the screen over and over again, as if there is no information, just for some intangible comfort.
You are in a hurry to go out and touch your wallet. You are always worried that you will forget to bring something. You're obviously resting, but you've been thinking about work.
You are always dissatisfied with yourself and society. Performance, salary and rent are all hitting you. You are like a high-speed spinning top. Anxiety is not just an emotion. It's a curse that keeps people away from you.
I'm not happy. I'm not happy anyway, and I can't think of anything that can make me happy. When people ask about you, you always say it's okay. When you are alone, you always say it's not good, it's not good. I think you should be wiped out by now. The unprecedented strengthening of social attributes has pushed people to this position, and you, running all the way, are trapped by illness, but you have lost any happiness.
All the problems will be solved eventually, and those emotions are just not released by yourself. Put down the phone, cherish all the gatherings, crazy play, crazy laughter and madness, and release the pent-up nature. Don't let it go now. When will it wait?
You're crazy. Me too.
? -Excerpted from Wan Qian's monologue in the trailer of "Hello Crazy"
"one"
You are crazy, which was released at the beginning of the year, tells the story of seven strangers being inexplicably put into a mental hospital. They began to rack their brains to find a way to escape from the mental hospital. In order to prove that they are normal people, they keep thinking about the so-called collective orderly behavior. They sang together, even belly danced together, and some people kept shouting, "Everybody stay in formation, stay in formation." Here, everyone strongly wants to establish an order and find the law of people's coexistence.
Under the endless noise and electric shock from the hospital, the civil war finally broke out. They began to try to break the rules. Everyone wants to stand on the commanding heights of public opinion and accuse others, suspicion each other and frame each other, just to prove that they are the most normal people.
You must think it's ridiculous, and so does one taxi driver out of seven. He growled, "It's fucking abnormal to let a normal person prove that he is normal."
During the screening, I kept thinking about what is normal. What is abnormal? What makes you feel normal? Why should we judge others as crazy?
At the end of the film, it is claimed that what happened was just Anxi's heart, and Anxi watched the endless struggle from the perspective of God from the beginning. I think only God really knows how unbearable, depressed, ridiculous and scared we are when we look straight into our hearts.
Yes, we are sick, but we refuse to take medicine. What is even more ridiculous is that we never admit that we are sick. In this fast-developing society, we are tightly wrapped in diseases and have never had a moment's rest. It was not until the loneliness of standing in the crowd drowned us that we remembered, ah, I haven't seriously examined myself for a long time.
We dare not break the established rules, and only lick our broken hearts when our heads are broken.
"er"
I can't help thinking of a beautifully-made photo album called "Travel All over China" that I found at my calligraphy teacher's house the other day. The author is a group of people who went deep into 3/kloc-0 provinces and cities in Chinese mainland for 500 days, and selected 3,240 photos and170,000 written records. Behind every photo is a sad or warm-hearted story.
After reading the photo album, I sighed, "God, a bunch of people are amazing. I want to travel all over China." The calligraphy teacher said, "I can do it if I want to." I bowed my head and said, "I dare not. If I tell my family and friends that I am going to travel around the world, they must think that I am crazy, as if my future life should be to finish college, work and get married. "
The calligraphy teacher smiled and said, "Hey, I didn't expect you to live like that at a young age."
Yes, I am a coward of life, and I can't even conquer myself.
My heart longs for a proud and unruly journey, but I dare not give up a stable life. I dare not face all the unknowns in my trip. I dare not put away luggage belt's cash and say, "The world is so big, I want to see it."
"three"
Don Quixote written by Cervantes is crazy, The True Story of Ah Q written by Lu Xun is crazy, and Strickland written by Mao Mu is also crazy.
They are crazy in the eyes of others, and they have been pursuing their own Godot all their lives. Even if they don't come, even if they are not understood by others, they can still do their best, even if they die alone.
Each of us is a lonely individual. The biggest difference between lonely people is where they hide their loneliness. Some people hide in their hearts, while others hide in their smiles.
As The Moon and Sixpence said, "Each of us is lonely in this world. Everyone is imprisoned in an iron tower and can only communicate with others through some symbols; These symbols do not have the same value, so their meanings are vague and uncertain. It is pitiful that we pass on the wealth in our hearts to others, but they are unable to accept it. Therefore, we can only walk alone. Although our bodies are very close, we are not together. We don't know other people and can't be understood by others. "
We laughed at Don Quixote's madness, but never thought that we lacked Don Quixote's courage. He knows what he wants to do in life, but we haven't even fought for what we want. Maybe it's because we feel inferior, maybe it's because we're afraid, maybe it's because we ... Anyway, we've been suppressing ourselves under the mask for a long time, never daring to laugh or make crazy noises.
Finally, we gradually became a quiet little adult on the stable runway.
"fin"
At the end of the film, the dean and Anxi said, "Your heart is too fragile, so you want them to stay with you all the time, but no one is the savior of anyone."
It is true that only ourselves are our saviors, but we are afraid of the word loneliness. We desperately defend a person's sacrosanct loneliness when a group of people are carnival, and hysterically yearn for a group of people's roaring carnival when a person is lonely.
Are we crazy? Or is the world crazy?
We are fragile, we are weak, and we never dare to look directly at ourselves under the mask. When someone poked ourselves under the mask, we ran away like being whipped, so messy and vulnerable.
We grew up in the expectation of our relatives, teachers and even classmates. We grew up in all the established rules and were finally imprisoned under the shackles of the mask we put on ourselves. Oh, do you remember? What are you really like? Where is your Garden of Eden?
Throughout our lives, we just want to get rid of other people's expectations and find our true self. So what if you are crazy? We're all crazy.
Hey, hello, crazy. Yeah, me too.