episode_0094

Making friends is tiring.

When you understand your tendencies, check if there are common topics of conversation, and see if you can create a virtuous cycle, you are bound to feel skeptical about why things are like this.

It’s a natural process to start a conversation without thinking and stick around and become friends just because you have a similar route to school, but from the perspective of remembering your past life, it’s awkward. If someone starts talking to you just because you’re in the same class, you wonder what their intention is. I know it’s generally an act without much intention, but it feels uncomfortable to just ignore it.

Conversations with coworkers are often trivial, but if you’re tense, it’s easy to get caught in the blame game. There is no need to be alert all the time, but as an office worker, it is essential to come to your senses and think about your intentions during awkward moments. If you gain enough experience, you will be able to recognize it naturally without mental exhaustion, but not to that extent, so it is a tiring process.

Now, he is just a green youth enjoying school life, but habits are really scary. When I was in elementary school, I rejected friend requests not because I was tired of the habit, but because I wanted to admit that I don’t understand your way of thinking, but middle and high school students were a different story. Perhaps because of my bad reputation when I was in elementary school, the number of cases where people approach me without any reason has decreased significantly. In situations like this, there are only two cases where a child who tries to build friendships either has no sense or has too much sense. The former is a tiring relationship and the latter is a shaky relationship.

In fact, there is no way that there are any great intentions hidden in middle school and high school friendships, and you just have to be casually friendly. Whether it’s intentional or not, if you find their immaturity cute, you may have a more mature sensibility. Unfortunately, there is no need to act like an adult here. Even though we are the same age, does it matter?

I added a reason, but in the end, it’s just annoying to make friends. It will be fun to browse online bookstores and enjoy your consumption addiction once you make some friends. The satisfaction of feeding needy knowledge retailers is a bonus. It is clear that spending money at a bookstore instead of making friends will help humanity as a whole.

In that sense, Yumina can be said to have a unique friendship. We have passed through this friend filter and have become friends. Although he seems to have doubts about whether they are truly friends, he admits that they are friends. is not it? anyway.

Yumina suddenly shows that she is interested in your wallet and her eyes light up, but it is an advantage rather than a disadvantage. I quite like it. After all, a person’s appearance expands when dealing with him. It would have been unpleasant if he had done something like that even though he didn’t look good.

When I think about it this way, it seems like the reason why I don’t make friends is because I just don’t like the looks that I like, but that’s not true. Yes. Looking back, it’s confusing, but I don’t live that strangely. I guess that’s right.

It is clear that this way of life is not good. Rather than using appearance as a standard, it means living a life that minimizes friendships.

Humans tend to rely on a sense of belonging for their self-esteem. A place where you receive love is good, and a place where you feel a sense of belonging is also good. All you need is a relationship that provides an excuse for everything in the world that is unsatisfactory. Whether at home, school, work, hobbies, or on the Internet. I wander around looking for a place where I can somehow feel like I belong, and these days, with the Internet being so vast, it’s impossible not to find even one place. It may be said that too much is too little, but more is more. Investing in self-esteem should not be done in one place, but should be distributed across several places.

In that sense, having few friends can be seen as a lack of insurance. If you sign up for too much insurance, you will not have enough disposable income, but you should still have at least actual cost insurance.

One day, when a family dispute arises, or you have to quit your job, or an accident occurs, you will need to gain self-esteem by receiving comfort from various sources. If you depend on only one place and get pushed out of that place, you will either have to be blindly swayed, praying for your fault so that you can belong again, or try to commit suicide.

Actually, this is the situation, but I don’t feel any particular sense of crisis. Isn’t two friends a good number of people?

Yumina seems to think not. If you look at the gray hair in the front seat and help him every time he tries to talk, it’s clear that he has the intention of making a friend.

I know it’s a good intention, but I hope it’s done in moderation. They all audibly hum among themselves and the young lady refuses because she is embarrassed, so please don’t tell her that you secretly want to be friends. When Yumina said that, the gray-haired man nodded with his eyes wide, perhaps because he had accepted it as it was, or because he meant to say that this side of the doctor had nothing to do with it. It’s all good, but I don’t know why they’re saying it so openly.

I have no intention of becoming friends with gray hair. You don’t like the way you look. He has short white hair and black eyes. It’s pretty fitting since it’s an original, but unfortunately white is a color that Schrödinger has already taken over. Since the foul-tempered white cat left a bad impression by taking the white lead, it is only natural that the latecomer would get a penalty.

Yumina seems to think this is a very unreasonable treatment, but if you think about it that way, Yumina’s existence itself is unreasonable. If you benefit from your appearance, having gray hair may be a loss because of your appearance.

Yumina seemed to have no intention of giving up even after learning of the reason for her disqualification. In fact, it seems like I have a little more motivation. It’s normal for this person to have no friends, so I wonder why it’s like this.

Since I have a very pitiful mentality with gray hair, I may feel pity for it and help it make friends. It must be pitiful that he doesn’t want to make friends with other gray haired people and instead follows around a girl with a bad personality.

Still, it didn’t seem like he was driven solely by compassion. Yumina herself believes that she is helping the poor friendless girl and the grey-haired woman with a pitiful mind, but I think she may have other intentions that she is not aware of. Well, there is no need to make friends with this person.

If you feel sorry for your gray hair, just arrange a good friend to wear it for you. Rather than encouraging you to continue being friends with someone who gives you strange reasons for disqualification. What’s more, it’s normal for this person to have no friends, but now they’re trying to make a gray-haired person a friend? It might be possible, but I don’t know.

Perhaps Yumina instinctively feels that overcoming the disqualification of gray hair and becoming friends with this person may be a clue to resolving her anxiety. I may be unconsciously judging that I can get an answer as to whether Yumina and Cha Ha-neul are really friends. I wish I could find that kind of theme somewhere else. Thanks to the culture she gained as a child of a prestigious family, Yumina tends to get caught up in useless things.

It seems that Yumina’s efforts are not completely ineffective. Thanks to this, my attention is drawn to the gray hair. Gym during physical education class. The white hair was messy. I was sitting down and trying to reach out and touch my toes. Up to this point, it’s a normal gym class routine, but what’s special is that I’ve been doing this by myself for ten minutes. I would understand if you were training to improve flexibility, but that’s not the case. I’m trying my best to hold on to my toes and maintain the outstretched hand position without loosening it. Why is he doing that?

Judging from the grunting expression on his face, it seemed like he was having a hard time. That’s right. The two arms stretched out toward their toes were struggling, feeling weak, perhaps because they had been holding them for ten minutes. I don’t know what I’m doing. I wanted to empathize with Yumina, but she was sleeping face down next to me.

The white head, which had been maintaining its pitiful posture, flopped down from its sitting position and fell to the side. Judging by the way he rubs his legs with his hands, it looks like his overworked ligaments are in pain. That’s right. That’s not the way to do it. Flexibility training is something you should do consistently at an appropriate level, not something you should do recklessly. You can do it only if you love the pre-modern way.

The gray-haired man lay down and stretched and closed his legs, then stood up. Then he walked this way. It seemed as if he was proud of having worked out hard while grinning.

“Let’s do it together!”

I never want to do this.

The gray-haired man grabbed his arm and tried to help him up. Are you doing this to destroy someone’s ligaments? I held on with all my might, relying on gravity, but the white hair pulled with force and dragged me along. Since gravity didn’t work, he held on to the sleeping Yumina and resisted for a while, but ultimately failed. Why does a peaceful gym class turn out like this?

The white-haired man who had dragged others around sat down next to him, spread his legs and stretched out his arms. I’m not saying I’m going to do that for another ten minutes. Since you are young, it won’t be a big problem if you overwork your ligaments with the wrong exercises, but I would like you to test it only with your own body.

As I was standing and looking down, the white head raised its head and looked at me. The look in their eyes asks why we don’t do it together. Would you do it? No, I guess not… … . I have nothing to say.

I sat down next to him and spread my legs. I have no intention of doing anything strange. There’s no need to stretch. I put my hands together and stretched them out. It went past my knee and stopped. It was a little too much, so I bent down and moved my toes. Oh, it doesn’t reach me at all. Something touching is strange.

I gave up my wishful thinking and tried to get up. A hand was placed on my back. I was doing something, but there was a gray haired person next to me who called himself an athlete. Wait what does this mean?

Grayhead took a breath. I felt a cold ominous feeling. I’m doing the exercise, so why are you holding your breath? If they were social, they would ask before acting, but gray hair naturally lacks social skills, so you can’t trust them. My back was pushed helplessly and my leg ligaments were pulled. It is unnecessary excessive stimulation in life.

He stretched out his hand backwards and tried to resist, but the white head lightly suppressed his resistance and spoke vigorously.

“can do!”

What can you do?

I tried to raise my back, but there was no chin.

“Let’s do it.”

What is it?

He groaned and resisted. As I was pondering the butterfly effect that would occur when ligaments are strained, a solution came to mind and I rolled to the side.

“Huh!”

The gray hair lost its balance and fell forward. What if you rely on someone else’s leg ligaments for balance?

After lying down for a moment and resting my legs, I got up and returned to Yumina. When I shook him awake, he looked at me with a half-asleep look on his face. He showed an angry expression and pointed at his gray hair with his finger.

Yumina looked back and forth between her proud white hair and this.

“……I don’t know what’s going on.”

Whatever the situation, it is a situation of a proud perpetrator and an angry victim. Even when Yumina pointed to the gray hair again with her finger, she had a puzzled expression.

The white-haired man opened his eyes wide and shouted as if he had finally understood the gesture.

“That’s right, it’s me!”

And I felt proud. What does that really mean?

Yumina seemed to agree with that, but ignored what the white-haired man said and asked for an explanation. As an explanation, it’s difficult to express this. After sitting down and making an exercise movement, he moved his hands and made a gesture of his gray hair being pushed from behind. I thought this was appropriate as he frowned and made a painful expression.

“ah.”

Yumina understood right away that it was a genius and excellent expression. Yes, that’s right.

“…But when are you going to stop not talking?”

That’s not important now.

Yumina looked at me with a half-asleep expression, rummaged through her pocket, and took out an energy bar. The wrapping paper was torn apart. With one bite, there was a crunching sound. Nut crumbs fell onto the hem of his clothes.

Yumina muttered, munching on an energy bar.

“…I should have brought milk.”

“I have it!”

The gray head went to the corner of the gym and held up a glass of strawberry milk as if he was here. In his other hand was a bag of chips.

The white head ran straight ahead, tripped, and fell down.

The strawberry milk fell on the floor and the bag of snacks fell on the gray hair.

There was a sound of air popping as if the bag had burst.

It was clear that the overworked leg ligaments had gone on strike.

It’s a legitimate exercise of right.