It’s been a long time since I was in high school, but recently I stumbled upon her group on Douban and immediately joined it, and then I was driven by nostalgia to listen to all those old songs from the past. The first time I saw her, I was able to get to know her.
If the word “empathy” is linked to “don’t love” it means “empathy”, which dare I say everyone on earth understands, but on its own, it’s “empathy”. “
If you’re looking for a way to get the most out of your life, you’ll be able to do it. In psychology, it has a variety of connotations, one of which is equivalent to empathy – can be simply explained as the ability to understand the emotions and feelings of others, which is a good thing, at least many animal behavior experts believe that the primate moral origin is related to this. A chimpanzee will pick up a wounded bird from the ground, climb a branch, and release it because of the empathy that occurs in its cute brain.
Alas, the path of biological evolution does not always produce wonderful flowers, and the theme that fills the process is not only the word evolution, but also the word degeneration. The early days of social formations contributed greatly to the creation of strong emotional bonds between individuals, but today that has long since disappeared. I often hear women complaining about how men are “hard-hearted” and “unfeeling”, men complaining that women are “heartless” and “indifferent “
The fact that many of these exaggerated-sounding idioms and adjectives are appearing more and more frequently in ordinary life is, in my opinion, related to the rapid erosion of empathy in humans.
One guy I knew wrote love letters to the girl he loved for nine years, and when he received them, he would pass them around the office.
And a young, quiet ex-coworker who dated a woman whose greatest pleasure was to seduce every good-looking man around him and take great pleasure in seeing his boyfriend go crazy about it.
Another close friend, who had an argument with her boyfriend, was locked out of her room for six hours, knocking on the door until the wee hours of the morning, dragging her tired body away in the chill of late autumn.
Some people will throw the girl they just caught on the side of the road at the drop of a hat and never answer their phone or text each other, as if they have disappeared from this world.
All of the above have an outrageous feel to them, and if it weren’t for the fact that it happened to me, I would firmly believe that they should only stay in boring TV shows to fester and cover up their ridiculous unreality with sleepy nights. The story is not a story, there is a protagonist whose body is missing from the link of love, or, even if there is no such thing as love, there should be a basic respect and compassion for others, yet they do seem to have lost this ability.
Yan Na has a song called “Freedom” and the lyrics go like this: I used to be so free, I used to live so freely for myself, until I met you, until I met you, then I realized that I put a lock on myself ……
Perhaps everyone in their lifetime will inevitably run into a lot of “The more you think about it, the less it’s worth it, the less it’s worth fighting for, so you’re stuck in it and can’t get out. The only advice I have is to stop thinking about it, not being able to love is an incurable consequence of a congenital defect plus an acquired tragedy.