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    习惯了一个人

                                                                            
     
                                                                                                          就是挣扎着活命的蚂蚱 
                                                                                                  是吗?
                                                                                                      也许......
                                                                                                              
     
                                                                                              顽强的依靠着   
                                                                                                        找寻着活好的理由和借口
                                                                                                       思考着反省着自己的 麻痹与愚蠢 
                                                                                                甚至是无知的自满
                                                                                                           活着不同意义的煎熬与困惑
                                                                                                          
                                                                                                         
                                                                                                          夏夜的晚风 , 带给人的是想象的东西
                                                                                                        白日的琐碎     风中散落
                                                                                               舞动沉睡的思绪 
                                                                                                    洒在心田   飘在梦里 
                                                                                                
                                                                                                     想起近日见的人和想见的人 
                                                                                                   说的话和想说的话
                                                                                                                                               
                                                                                                        胡乱地模糊起来  不见了影     
                                                                                                   头痛 ,似乎可以忍受   
                                                                                                                药还是管用的  比没有强.            
                                                                                               
                                                                                                       习惯了  一个人 

    分手,只不过是一次感冒

     

     

     

                                

     

                                黑黑的社会 总把白白的你我扮演成了各色小旦  轮番上演着不同种的剧。有时候还是 真演不好。白天很累很乏,即便是这样, 晚上睡的还是很晚。

            今天是昨天的重现,明天又要继续着今天。天才知道在干什么

     

        不久前,一次应试过程中,作为聘方的我和应试者就岗位 工作具体 薪资等内容都谈完后,出于礼貌 时间的概念和职业病吧,我说: “你还有什么问题 你直接说就行  不用顾忌 ” 。她看了我一眼,忽略的细节我记不太多,只是她停了停后发出了一个简单不能在简单的问题,我至今还记着: “你有女朋友吗?你结婚了吗” ?   没有想到会说这个,尴尬的双方在我一句: " 今天都到这吧"而结束.                

            想到了自己几年前的分手......   分手,可能就像是感冒   每个人都得过。但这个感冒 不是总会得上的.  人的 一个阶段内  可能都会有这样的感冒。.但不会和真正感冒一样,因为这个感冒,   没有医生医治   也没有药品可吃.

     

                      

                   受伤的人都是说在也不爱了.  爱。成了奢侈品

                  当爱又来的时候 。爱,又成了廉价品.  

                                      在爱面前  即便是明白 也执行着糊涂的指令

                             于是我和我的倔强在一起,成了联盟.     

            

               然而的所谓分手

                                 不过是彼此心里的较量 和心的斗争 

                               谁先败下 也许就会最先失去幸福  

                                           于是我祈祷着:  让心斗争的双方  一起败倒……

     

                                    分手,只不过是一次感冒 .