Why does a person suddenly become indifferent?

There was such a boy by his side.

His personality looks big grinning and doesn't care about a lot of things. Usually, I don't like to laugh much, and I don't like to talk much in an unfamiliar environment. Always seemed to be taciturn, cold, and somewhat sensitive, always staying in his own small space.

In the crowd, he always likes to wear headphones and stay there quietly. When it comes to the limelight, he never argues.

A lot of people say he's a cold guy and doesn't even fit in. But when he meets a stray kitten on the road, he will always crouch down and meow around the kitten. He listens quietly to others, but he is reluctant to speak his mind. He hasn't posted a circle of friends for a long time, but he will click on the music shared by his friends. Sometimes I see people I don't know on the Internet, and he will secretly lend a helping hand.

His mind is delicate and pays more attention to the small details of life. For example, if someone's words and deeds disturb him, he will not argue in person, but will try not to contact her. Before others spoke, he once said that his emotional intelligence was low, and his arrogance was not easy to contact, just to prevent himself from being so embarrassed to say it from other people's mouths.

He is very restrained and does not like to express himself, but he cares about dignity. Pay attention to conscience, morality, etiquette, as if he has the innate wind and bone of the literati, and never do anything flattering and pandering. Most of the time he does not take the initiative, and if he does, he will certainly summon up great courage.

Sometimes, in order to make himself look sociable, he will take the initiative to enter a new environment, but in fact, deep in his heart, he is eager to communicate with people. But gradually, he found that there were too many meaningless social interactions, the messy little things always went up and down, he hated the appearance of being embarrassed, and the hypocrisy and pretense also made him very tired.

He began to become silent again, as before, one person was a team. He can even go days without talking to people because no one wants to really know his heart.

I asked him why he had suddenly become indifferent, and he said he was just back to his original, most comfortable state. There aren't so many people in life who deserve deep friendships, and he doesn't want to waste his time and energy on relationships that don't last, and it's best to have one less troublesome thing.

I know him and know that he is not social, but he knows how to get along quickly. He also never cowers on big occasions, and when there are many people, he can also make new tricks. Although talking to girls is a little shy, but also dare to love and hate, dare to say and dare to do.

He actually knew for a long time that no one would really want you to be good, except for your parents. Others will just glance at your results, label or impress you, and then be filled with envy or jealousy.

Many people see him as always alone and think that he is so lonely and pitiful. I asked him, and he said please put away your pity and don't let his mother be nosy.

He never felt lonely, he had his own belonging. Although sometimes, he will envy others as pairs, but he will also generously hang out with friends of the opposite sex, no restraint. It's just that he is often immersed in his own world, and he has a world in his heart, and perhaps indifference can just separate him from this chaotic world.

There was something innocent in his bones, such as the fact that he had looked at the floating clouds in the sky in a daze and fantasized that he had become a "big" word to hang on, like a huge marshmallow soft. He doesn't like to be sleek and not pragmatic enough. Although he is not a smart person, he is loyal to his choice and has been working hard for his little dream.

He was born in a small town and grew up on rural land, and his grandfather influenced him greatly. He liked to walk in the twilight of the town at sunset. Look at the afterglow of the distant mountains, through the steaming stalls on the side of the street, falling on the silver hair of the uncle and aunt who came out bent over to buy cooked food. The evening wind is quiet and quiet, and the sky is hung with a layer of dark mist, like the color of the river reflected in the world. Light and shadow ran after the children who were laughing and laughing, and finally turned into wisps of human fireworks scattered to the hurried passers-by. Watching the scenery in front of him merge into a colorful scene, many memories of the past flashed in his mind, which made him want to cry.

Many people say that he is an indifferent person, but his feelings are delicate and his brushstrokes are tender. In fact, his gentleness is angular, and he only cares about people who really care about him. He knows respect, he knows gratitude, he knows that there are many misfortunes in this world, but he can't empathize with too many people. He was a sober and self-aware man who had his own story.

He likes the moon in the sky the most, independent and brilliant in the world.

He told me that sudden indifference, even if it was always indifferent, was nothing, and the terrible thing was to lose my inner pursuit. Every serious person is unique, the spirit is immortal, and it will always enrich our lives.