The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1034 Shocking the Worldly People ([-])

"This matter, we have to divide it into two parts to analyze..." Schiller put two beer cans on both sides of the table.

"The last era and this era, your personality and your mission." Schiller planned to finish the cold beer first, so he put the spirits aside, sorted out his thoughts, and said:

"You're from a previous era, aren't you?"

With his head down, Steve nodded, then raised his head and took two sips of wine. Schiller dipped his fingertips in the spilled wine, drew a pattern on the table, and said, "Now, we will Are you sure, are you more in line with your personality, or are you more in line with your mission?"

Schiller's body language has obviously increased. When expressing the two parts, he kept waving his hands in the air, but it was easier for Steve to understand. He asked: "Did you ask, I Do you feel like Steve, or do you feel like Captain America?"

Schiller also nodded, and Steve looked forward in a daze, as if alcohol interfered with his thoughts. After a while, he said, "For a long time, people called me Captain America. , I also felt that I was Captain America, so at that time, I was Captain America.”

"But after I woke up, I felt that I was Steve again. I don't know what happened to me. Maybe, I have a split personality."

"No, you don't, you need to see a professional psychologist..." Schiller repeated, "You don't have dissociative identity disorder, it's very normal..."

"Man's cognition of himself will come from society's needs for him." Schiller first put forward a theory, afraid that Steve would not understand, he continued:
"Society needs Captain America more. The identity of Captain America can make you feel needed and allow you to prove your worth. Then you will feel that you are Captain America."

"At that time, the United States needed conscription, and conscription required publicity figures. You knew that this was making a contribution to the country, so you were willing to be Captain America."

"However, after you wake up, Captain America is already a dead man. No one has any expectations of him. No one needs you anymore. If you can't be Captain America, naturally you can only become Steve."

Schiller took two sips of beer, threw the bottomed beer can aside, and brought over the bottle of spirits that Steve had opened before, and said with his head down, "It seems that you are more inclined to the American Captain, but this may also be a product of social and environmental acclimation."

"Let's not talk about the cause, just look at the result. Becoming Steve is just a forced choice for you not to be Captain America. In your heart, you still want to be Captain America."

"It's just that now, after all, it's a peaceful age. Occasionally, a few bad guys pop up. Their abilities don't match yours. It's easy to solve. It's hard to get a Hydra to fight you. Recently, they don't make trouble. , you will not feel that you are needed.”

"Without this sense of imminent purpose, you start to think wildly, think about philosophy, think about the meaning of life, and this is the root of your anxiety, and you want to be needed."

Steve was silent for a while, but still nodded and said, "Am I like a warmonger? A violent man who looks forward to war every day..."

Schiller shook his head vigorously and said, "I've said it all, don't define yourself easily, you should listen to a professional psychologist..."

"The highest human need is to realize self-worth. This is a normal emotion that everyone will have. Look at Spider-Man, why did he change from a street hero to a scientific researcher? It is because, in the laboratory, He is more needed."

"Although the work in the laboratory is more tiring and complicated, and scientific research is very boring, there is no fun to speak of, which is not as interesting as wandering around in New York, but he is willing to do it because he is needed. "

"This desire to be needed and to reflect self-worth may even overwhelm reason in many cases. For example, you know that this job is hard and does not make money, but sometimes you will continue to do it because the project has left you. , don’t turn around.”

"If you regard Captain America as a project, you are indeed the core of this project. Without Captain America, their publicity plans will all become bubbles."

Schiller took two more sips of wine, and his articulate became even more unclear, but his thoughts were far away but his will was very clear. In other words, the analysis of a psychiatrist had become his instinct, even when his brain was paralyzed by alcohol. Able to point out the problem straight to the point.

"Your cause is that, from a highly needed environment to a completely unneeded environment, the gap in the level of self-realization makes you feel very sad."

Schiller took a deep breath, opened his eyes hard, and said, "Go back to what we said before, the two-part question..."

"You are the Captain America of the previous era, and Steve of this era. It can be seen from your previous attitude that you still like the identity of Captain America of the previous era. For the identity of Steve of this era, you feel At a loss."

"You've been tense, wanting to be Captain America from a previous era, the perfect man of that golden age who knew everything and was in control...you dream of being like that .”

"But the reality is, partly because you don't want to adapt to this impetuous era, and partly because the times are indeed developing too fast, gradually out of your control."

"I guess, the anxiety you get from Spider-Man's suit, and the spurs you get out of control, is not only because the scene of his death leaves a shadow in your heart, but also because the public has expressed concern for generations. Spider-Man's attitude."

"In your opinion, it is absurd and ridiculous to belittle the second and third generations of Spider-Man by praising the first generation of Spider-Man who has died. It is even more unbelievable that a hero who saves lives should be reviled by the whole people."

"You know the truth of this matter, that is, the first generation of Spider-Man is actually the same person as the third generation of Spider-Man, and it's even more ridiculous that they are treated differently."

"One has been blown to the sky now, and for a certain period of time, the reputation has even far surpassed Iron Man and Captain America, and the other is now at the cusp of public opinion, and everyone is overwhelmingly cursing him, saying that he is a rich second generation who doesn't know the so-called... ..."

"But they are all Peter Parker. You know this, and it further proves the prejudice in your heart, that is, people in this era are far inferior to those in the previous era. They are all hypocritical and impetuous heads boy..."

"This kind of prejudice continues to strengthen, and it gives you a reason to avoid the lifestyle of this era. They are a bunch of bad people anyway. Why should I learn their way of life? Why should I integrate into their society?"

"The more you look down on the people of this era, the more you want to prove that the spiritual banner of the previous era is a perfect person, so the less you dare to make mistakes, the more nervous and anxious you are..."

"So, the most professional psychiatrist, what's your opinion?" Steve hiccupped again, and leaned back on the sofa, revealing his chest and neck that he had been covering all along. Obviously, he was a little drunk .

However, to Steve's surprise, Schiller didn't make a long speech, but fell silent until Steve called him, "Schiller?... Schiller?"

Schiller seemed to wake up suddenly. After a while, he closed his eyes and shook his head, then said, "What do you think I can do? If I had a way, would I still be an American psychiatrist?"

Hearing this, Steve suddenly remembered Schiller's identity in a haze. He was also an old man from the former Soviet Union.

"Oh, yes, I forgot, you're a Soviet." Steve leaned over to one side, curled up on the edge of the sofa, and took two more sips of wine, ignoring that the spilled wine soaked his shirt.

"Well, the Soviet Union won this time." Steve covered his eyes and said, "After so long, we meet again. You are the doctor and I am the patient."

"Isn't it like this before?" Schiller leaned forward, stared at Steve, and said vaguely, "Only the Soviet Union can cure America's hypocrisy, exaggeration, and inaction..."

Steve suddenly laughed, the wine he hadn't swallowed made him cough, he leaned forward again, nodded and said, "Yes... yes... it's always been like this, we... …we are a doctor-patient relationship…”

"Steve, listen..." Schiller holds out a hand, Steve focuses his eyes on his hand, Schiller wags a finger like someone who gets drunk and starts bragging ,Say:
"I lied to the military, threatened the Congress, and even killed a lot of important people. They were all tricked by me..."

"I'm a liar, I'm a bad person, I have no moral bottom line, if I want to do something, no one can stop me..."

"But...but..." Schiller took another sip of wine, and said as if he was trying to hold his mind: "I learned from my unscrupulous practice...the last era can't come back, don't dream, Captain America, The red giant can't come back, and neither can the golden lighthouse..."

"So, I'm lucky?" Steve coughed twice, and then said, "The spirit of America is gone, the golden age is gone, but at any rate, the country is still there..."

"That's it...that's it...you Yankee, are you satisfied?" Schiller slammed the bottle on the table and said, "I will never go back to my country, never Not going...forever...forever..."

"She's still there, but it's not that her anymore, they're different..." Schiller kept muttering indistinctly, and Steve also felt sad for the deep sadness in his tone and emotion, so he felt a little He stretched out his hand tremblingly, pressed Schiller's shoulder and said:
"You can stay here, and this is also your home, because there are your friends here, and we are all your friends..." Steve held his chest and retched, then wiped his mouth again, and said:

"History will remember everything your country has done, and everything you have done will be remembered by your friends..."

"This should be for yourself." Schiller looked straight into Steve's eyes and said, "If you can comfort yourself like this, you won't need a professional psychologist like me..."

"I found out, you really care about whether you are professional or not..." Steve started to giggle, his deep laughter echoed in the room, and even the air kept vibrating, he laughed and said: " You are so drunk, and you have to emphasize that you are a professional psychiatrist..."

"I'm not drunk." Schiller shook his head vigorously, and muttered, "I can write you a pathological analysis right now, with rigorous wording, beautiful sentences, and correct punctuation..."

Steve laughed even harder, and the anxiety and depression, along with the chaos and madness of the alcohol, completely dissipated.

The two sat on both sides of the table, like doctors and patients across the table, comrades-in-arms and friends who spoke freely and without scruples, and also like the previous era when they waved and greeted each other across the Pacific Ocean.

Steve covered his face and laughed uncontrollably. After a while, he calmed down and said, "You know what? You and Howard are really similar."

"After he was drunk, he wrote me a [-]-word anti-gravity car hub drive system on the spot...what kind of possibility research, and then pulled me, insisting that I listen to his thesis report, and blame me Why don't you ask him questions..."

"Then he is too unprofessional, does he still think he is a college student?" Schiller also began to laugh, and then said: "I have never been the only one who picks other people's problems. In this world... there is no... more than me... More professional…”

The bottle was loose in Schiller's hand, and he leaned against the side of the sofa, as if passed out.

Seeing that he was completely drunk, Steve took a few deep breaths to make his modified heart beat faster. After speeding up blood circulation, the alcohol would be metabolized faster.

After recovering a little bit of sanity, Steve helped Schiller up. At this moment, he was sure that Schiller was really drunk, because drunk people are different from ordinary sleeping people. Drunk people are helped up Sometimes, it's lifeless.

The next morning, when Schiller woke up from the bed, he held his head that seemed to be splitting, and said to the gray mist: "I told you not to filter the alcohol, but you can't let the hangover feel so real. Bar?"

Gray Mist hummed aggrieved twice. Just as he was about to explain, Schiller heard the bedside phone rang. He endured the discomfort, picked up the phone, and said, "Hello?... What are you talking about? Stark's Anxiety attacks again, what happened to him?"

"Have you quarreled with Peter?? How could the two of them quarrel???... It seems that things are very complicated. Well, I'll go there right away."

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(End of this chapter)