Persona - Personality mask, it refers to the kind of personality that a person displays externally that is recognized by society and is consistent with the concept of how a person should behave in public. The persona is the individual and social view of a person
A compromise of what a person should look like. He has a name, he has earned a title, he represents a department, he is this or that. Therefore, understanding a person, including understanding himself, is completely impossible in theory.
Possibly, because you have to examine all the masks he has used: the mask he has used as a friend, the mask as a husband, the mask as a father, the mask as a son, the mask as a leader, the mask as a subordinate, and even if you learn
Of all the masks he has now, you can't predict what new masks he will wear in the future. Human nature itself is growing in constant adjustment and adaptation. Therefore, we can only use the dominant mask to determine a mask.
General personality of a person: The so-called "dominant mask" is the most frequently used and most convenient mask. It usually only has one or two.
The theoretical basis of the above paragraph comes from Carl Jung’s psychology textbook. I think from the bottom of my heart that what he said is very classic. Each of us lives with a mask, or in other words, we are all like the same person.
It's just a piece of erasable white paper that can be put on different masks at any time according to different situations. What is its true nature? What is that?
So I wear a mask, Suzu also wears a mask, the eldest, the second, the fourth, the fifth, including Jing, Xue, all the people in this story have two or three masks. We are like dedicated actors.
On the stage that life has set up for us, a play with an uncertain future is performed laboriously.
What is the future like? Who is the prince and who will be the princess in this play? I don’t know.
The pager rang. I almost jumped up and held the pager. In the dark night, the light green screen looked particularly dazzling: 999, which means resumption. I became mentally nervous, and I didn’t know it in the palm of my hand.
I felt like I was sweating.
Several buddies in the dormitory were already asleep, so I quietly got out of bed, not daring to use the phone in the dormitory. I walked to the mailroom downstairs, picked up the phone and started dialing the number of the pager.
The man on night duty glanced at me, said nothing, and then went to sleep. Maybe he thought I was another person who couldn't sleep at night and got up in the middle of the night to call my girlfriend. From the bottom of my heart, I really hoped that his guess would be successful one day.
.
The call went through, and the usually cold customer service lady's voice was a little gentler, probably because of the night. I told her my password and pager number.
"A lady named Yang said thank you!"
Thank me? Thank me for what, thank me for inviting her to watch a movie or thank me for squeezing her hand? I hung up the phone, as if I had lost all my strength, and leaned against the wall in a state of laughter.
But one thing that is certain is that Ling didn't seem to be angry with me. After thinking of this, I felt relieved. The mental relaxation instantly made me feel sleepy, and when I looked at the watch, it was already almost two o'clock.
"It's already this time, and Ling is still awake? Could she be thinking about me too?" I walked back to the dormitory with random thoughts, put myself on the bed, and fell asleep after a while.
The next day, everything was as before. Except for the occasional numbness on my fingers, which reminded me that I had a close contact with Ling yesterday, I felt more like a dream about what happened yesterday.
In the following time, I was obviously in a daze. At that time, I didn’t know what kind of mask I should use to face the life without Ling. Ling was like a catalyst for me. In front of her
I can be lively, sunny, intelligent, and articulate. But after she is gone, I am like a sunflower that cannot find the sunshine and is as lost as a sunflower.
At noon, I tried to call her, but the phone didn't ring and Jing answered the phone.
Jing asked me in a very gangster tone what happened to Ling yesterday - I didn't expect that Ling would even tell Jing about going out to meet me. Maybe the relationship between girls is not what we boys imagine.
So complicated.
I was speechless for a moment, listening to Jing chattering on the phone. Because for me, the meeting with Ling was more like a private event, just like when two children suddenly discovered a secret and then hanged themselves.
It must not change in a hundred years. Maybe the secret itself is not worth mentioning, but the feeling that two people share a common secret fascinates me.
The same was true when I met Ling. The moment Ling agreed to me, I felt an unusual connection with her. This connection meant that the relationship between the two of us transcended other people. This was a kind of
The secret is the secret that belongs to the two of us.
However, Ling didn’t think as much or as complicated as I thought. Maybe for her, yesterday’s meeting was just a chat between two friends who were relatively close to each other. So when I suddenly caught
When she held her hand, she would be nervous and at a loss. Because she was not mentally prepared for this at all. Could it be that my sadness, my nervousness, and my happiness were all my own fault?
Is that so? Ling, please tell me.
Ling wouldn’t tell me because she wasn’t listening to the phone at all. There was only a constant mocking sound in my ears: “I didn’t expect you were so brave, you actually called her to ask her out right now!”
I smiled bitterly and was about to hang up the phone. But at this moment, I seemed to suddenly think of something: "Jing, do you have time in the afternoon? I want to meet you!"
Strangely, Jing on the other end of the phone felt relieved when she heard me say this.
"Okay!" She agreed.
————————————————————————Jing, from Changshu, Jiangsu Province. Height 160cm, weight no more than 45kg (visual assessment), sweet appearance, beautiful figure and outgoing personality
Lively, there is no doubt that she will always be the focus of attention in the crowd. She and Ling are completely opposite extremes. It is surprising that a person with her personality can talk to everyone about everything with a more introverted person like Ling.
Good friend, maybe everyone has a truth in their heart that they don’t know.
Three hours later, Jing and I sat down at a small bar opened in their school. I sat across from her without speaking, watching her order a glass of orange juice, a three-ball ice cream, and a small potato.
strips, a pack of bayberries and a pack of melon seeds. Then I weighed the thickness of my wallet and the time it would take for next month’s living expenses to be mailed, and ordered myself a cup of Coke.
"Tell me, what's the matter?" She fiddled with the straw and asked casually.
"I like bells."
"Tch~ even a fool can see that. The first time I went to your dormitory, the way you looked at her made your mouth water. Let me point it out!"
"Ah?!!" Although she asked me to talk about the key points, I really didn't expect that my performance would be so obvious that she could see it at a glance. "Is it so obvious?"
"Isn't it obvious? When you went hiking for the second time, you never left her within a one-meter radius. Finally, you were on the mountain, so you ran to the edge to smoke and left for a while. That silly girl Ling even peed herself.
She ran over to chat with you? I really don’t know what she was thinking?!"
What she said was very annoying, but I was very happy to hear it. I asked with a shy face: "Does Ling know that I like her?"
"Are you an idiot?" She glared at me, "I can see it, but can't she?! She is much better than me?"
"Then..." I was a little surprised and wanted to ask.
"Stop it!" She interrupted me rudely, took a sip of orange juice and glanced at me. "Don't get too happy too early, there's no chance for you!"
"Why?!" I didn't understand.
"Because I like you, she gave you to me!"
"Stop joking!" I was angry, my usual good temper disappeared without a trace because it was related to Ling.
"Hahahaha!" She laughed so unbridled that people at other tables looked at us curiously.
Finally she laughed enough, put on a serious face and told me seriously: "Did you know? Ling has a boyfriend!
Even if a person's life seems to be eventful, when he looks back at the past at the end, he may surprisingly only see the ordinary - Junichi Watanabe's "Paradise Lost" The memory itself is an unforgettable gift. Yes, it is a gift, it
It is a gift left by the years when we grow up. The value of this gift lies in that when we grow old, we can slowly reflect on our life's journey and experience in the warm sunshine of autumn afternoon.
The moment we close our eyes and leave the world, we can leave behind a trace of reluctance and warmth. Its value is only this, especially for young people, recalling this event itself is a luxurious act, and it is more important to us.
Like a shackle, a shackle that troubles us to move forward. The beauty of memories always keeps our thoughts in that sunny moment, but it prevents the unknown tomorrow from coming into our lives as soon as possible. For us now
, No matter whether the memories of the past are beautiful or sad, what is lost is just a memory and must not become a shackles or shackles. Expectations for the future are what we should pursue. As long as there is hope, everything is possible. - Ronin Pier.
"Ling has a boyfriend." When Jing told me this sentence seriously, I didn't have too many feelings. After all, judging from everything I had learned in the early stage, if there wasn't another man in Ling's story,
On the contrary, it would be something strange.
"I know, I can see it." I said without caring.
"But did you know? Ling committed suicide because of him!" Jing was not satisfied with my reaction, and then dropped a big bomb.
"What?!" Her goal was obviously achieved. I looked at her dumbfounded, and then listened to her tell a story about love...
That was two or three years ago, when Ling was still an ignorant girl in high school. Although she had attracted many bees and butterflies around her because of her unpretentious appearance and temperament, she had never felt anything about these things.
.Because her life was always busy: going to school, playing the piano, listening to music, reading novels, and a puppy at home accompanied her every day. Her life was leisurely and fulfilling until he appeared.
He is a person who likes dogs very much. Like Ling, both of them have a love for dogs that cannot be described in words. (These are Jing's original words. I muttered in my heart when I heard this. I also like dogs.
I haven’t had a chance to show it yet, haven’t I?)
Both of them love dogs and love to look after dogs. So it seems like a natural thing for them to meet each other at the pet market.
At that time, Ling was 17 years old and he was 27 years old.
When I heard Jing reported "his" age, I was very surprised. I really didn't expect "he" to be a so-called old man. At least for me at the time, such a big difference made me very surprised.
It's because I'm doubting my ability.
I am not a confident enough person myself, although I am very good at pretending to myself with confidence. But the strength of my rival in love exceeds what I can conceal. Whether it is ideological maturity, sufficient material foundation or even social influence.
When it comes to understanding love, he has left me far behind.
It turns out that I was in a very disadvantageous position from the beginning of this battle.
Jing noticed that I was distracted, hit me hard on the head, and then stared at me. It looked like: I am talking, but you dare to be distracted. I smiled bitterly and motioned for her to continue.
He is 10 years older than her and she is 10 years younger than him.
He is complex and vicissitudes of life, she is simple and beautiful.
They have no intersection.
But they both like dogs, so God arranged for them to get to know each other at a suitable time. As for whether the result will be happy or sad, the old man is too busy and has no time to ask.
So, the story between him and her began in such a panic and under God's prank.
At that time, he looked at the Chihuahua in her arms, and she stared at the shepherd dog he was holding. The two of them just looked at each other's dogs in a daze. Then I don't know when they started, they both started laughing.
Smiling very happily, very happy.
So they met each other at that moment. It was the first time that Ling met a person outside her own circle of life, a man.
He is a killer. Don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t kill people, he kills feelings, at least that’s what he told Ling. The story he told Ling is very cliché. It’s as cliché as a line from an old movie:
So the boy became a killer, a killer of love. For some people, love is a word that can be spoken casually. However, for others, this word is a once-in-a-lifetime commitment. He gave his life
The promise he made, but he didn't have time to take it back. His love disappeared, so he became a killer, a killer of love.
And she is a beautiful girl who simply has not had the chance to experience the cruelty and ruthlessness of the years. For a simple girl, her story is not so eye-catching: at some appropriate time in the future,
At one time, she met the right person, and then lived her life in an ordinary way. That was all. But when she met him, he saw something in her that he had never seen before, that was a pure person.
A girl who was like a blank piece of paper. He was very tired from being a killer, so tired that when he saw this blank piece of paper, he had the urge to kneel down and hug her.
Yes, they shouldn't have crossed paths.
But they still met. They met each other at a special time and in a special place. So Ling's life was different. Ling changed. The happy and content little girl before suddenly became sad and fragile. She would often
Falling into deep thought, she would think about his past and her future - his maturity and vicissitudes of life severely hit her untouched heart.
She was impressed by his vicissitudes of life, and he was impressed by her sincerity. Although the two of them were meteors in different horizons, they still collided with the most beautiful sparks under the arrangement of chance and coincidence.
His maturity and vicissitudes can completely accommodate all the dreams and prayers of a little girl under 20 years old. He tells her stories, he takes her to the amusement park, he chats with her all night by the lake, and he touches her like a dog.
Turning her head, he described a future as perfect as heaven for her...
"We two can be happy." Lying in his arms, Ling thought.