Bit by bit

It's getting more and more scary every year.So much time has passed in a blink of an eye, it really makes me afraid and worried.I'm almost 25 years old, and I'm about to make major decisions in my life, but I don't have a boyfriend yet.

I have always been the type of preferring nothing to abuse. My circle of life is very narrow, and I have no chance to meet good boys at all.My parents seem to be more anxious than me, clamoring to introduce me every day.

Life is very short, it is so difficult to meet the right person at the right age!I am currently working in a counseling center, and my salary is very low. Because I am poor and have no diploma, I often have no confidence in speaking, even though I am very serious.

A blind date during the summer vacation was just like me, with average appearance and average talent. His mother liked me very much, so I thought that I had no potential anyway, so I could just find someone to marry, and I agreed. .But after chatting for a few days, I found that he was full of negative energy, and sometimes I had to comfort him.I was very tired at first, and I tried to comfort and enlighten me in the first few days, but then I felt very tired. Anyway, I am a person who has no feeling, so why waste time.He also seemed to know my impatience, so he didn't contact me again.

I know what it's like to like someone, but my heart is pounding, even though I haven't been in love yet.

Generally, girls my age already have boyfriends, but I haven't had a single relationship experience.

I am not outstanding, I am not amazing, some are just extraordinary perseverance.

My mother continued to introduce me, but I refused for the time being. I wanted to live a few days of cleanliness and didn't want to think about other things.

I'm really afraid of this kind of thing. I haven't met the boy who makes my heart beat. Do I have to listen to my parents and find someone to marry, have a child, and then fight for the child all my life? I fell into deep fear... …

In the face of life, I have to surrender to the reality. I really want to go wandering, after all, there is still freedom. I feel that now I am like the "man in a cover" described by the writer Chekhov.

I don't want to complain about life, but I'm afraid of life. Do I want to live my life like this, and my kiss is destined to not be able to kiss the person I love the most?Can anyone give me a good answer...