Busy figures flash in the office buildings during the day, and lonely souls dwell in the rental houses at night. Busy and lonely are two sides of the coin for countless young people drifting in the metropolis, who can not escape, even those programmers bound by “996” and overtime can not escape.
There is no place for loneliness in the company where programmers are clacking keyboards, clicking and clicking mouse buttons, their brains working as fast as the CPU of the computer in front of them. But as soon as the programmer stops doing this, gets off work or goes back to his home, loneliness begins, if he has any energy left.
There were obviously three or two or even four or five programmers of the same age living together in the rental house, but when I opened the door, the doors of each room were closed without exception, giving a feeling of “no contact at all”. A programmer opens his own door, enters and closes it, and the room is alone. The cramped space now seems empty. You can hear echoes when you walk around or talk on the phone, and you are in your own company.
Loneliness makes people 恓 panic, make people boring, but also make people a little embarrassed, be tortured by the loneliness of the people always want to find something, find some things to send this torrid loneliness.
Mobile phone is lonely when the first choice, through the network of mobile phone to show programmers is a colorful, noisy bustling world, which seems to give lonely they hit a drug, so that they temporarily forget the pain of loneliness. But the drug is not a long-term solution, such as when they put down the phone, the drug followed failure, still lonely.
Playing games is a young programmer to sent lonely time choice, this makes them look excited, sometimes to hands and feet and used to express their mood at the moment, the moment they forgot how lonely and lonely, they forget about the outside the window of the city is so huge, and rent the house how small, One of their hearts has settled into the virtual world of the screen. They are the rulers of that world, and the sense that they are in charge of other people’s fates gives programmers the illusion of “turning over the serfs and taking the house as their own”, which gives them temporary pleasure and pleasure.
Lonely men need such pleasure in hard times. Stacked in an ashtray are several burnt-out butts, one of them still smoking white, something older programmers do in a room where years of experience have taught them how to get some sort of pleasure out of smoking to counter the pressures of life and the loneliness of solitude. Things that give you pleasure are addictive, like smoking, and…
This decadent type of pleasure is hard to avoid some people to degenerate, hard to avoid being despised by others. Those who despise it seek spiritual pleasure. The stacks of literature on your shelf are another programmer’s iron wall against the invasion of loneliness. They plunge headlong into the world of books. Maybe there is a “Yan Ruyu” in the book, or maybe there is a “house of gold” in the book. If not, they can wear away the solitude of day after day and year after year.
These literary programmers seem to have a spiritual garden full of flowers in their bones, but they feel lonely in their bones. They have dreams at night, and their dreams are lonely. They were awakened at night by sounds of rain lapping on the window sills and glass, now fast, now slow, now light, now heavy, which they listened to all night long.
This solitude has a destructive quality that kills the plans and dreams of many programmers. Programmers clearly ready to learn, back to the rental house, but called loneliness to stir up, failed, it prevented programmers from making progress. I have a few see through the lonely plot, they beat the lonely with their iron will, they got leisure and then follow the video to learn new knowledge, the house is placed in the technology related books.
Even so, there is no slackening of the silence, ready to attack those single, wandering programmers. When the night doesn’t work out, it sees a better time, even the remaining gaps in the 996 mechanism.
A person’s Sunday afternoon time appears to be a little long, but also a little lonely. Light in the window sill edge quietly moving, window programmers some playing mobile phones, some in the game, some in smoking……
No matter what they are doing, the moment they stop, loneliness will pour in like a mountain, programmers empty heart in the chest, looking for something to fill this emptiness and loneliness, but what can be found? Surfing the Internet is boring, playing mobile phones is lonely, sleeping is boring and lonely…… What a long afternoon it had been!
Supper time finally came, which was also a lonely time. Go to the kitchen and cook, chop and wash and clank your knives and pans and bring it to the table, and there’s no one to dine with. Besides, most programmers don’t have the skills to wash their hands and make soup, so they have to resort to take-out.
The perennial take-out is actually their lonely witness, they are tired of the taste of take-out, in fact, tired of their own loneliness. A few unwilling to lonely programmers into the streets of small restaurants, three or five dishes, a few glasses of wine, they will be happy to forget so.
Happiness is short-lived, in a twinkling of an eye, the banquet was scattered, drunk people walked away. The night is deep, after the carnival is doubled loneliness. Programmer looked at the ceiling of the fluorescent lamp, fluorescent light pale pale, but sway programmer blinds, had to half squint his eyes, programmer in the line of sight as if to see the fluorescent lamp slightly shaken, seems to fall into his arms and his company. Programmer drunk, that long drunk do not wake up, drunk in the world is not lonely.