In my circle of friends, middle-aged men seem to be playing the "disappearance game". Overnight, as if by magic, their voices disappeared, leaving only the "company news hookup". Hey, it's not me saying it, they are all "news repeaters" now, except for the big events of **Xinhua News Agency and the people**, they almost don't speak. What about the unique insights and bits and pieces of life in the past? It's all gone!
And ah, they don't like to show themselves anymore. **Children, life bits and pieces, it is rare to see one in a year and a half. Unless you go fishing, you will occasionally send a few "big fish" to show off. Hey, now they, in addition to praising the boss, they are reluctant to click on other people's circle of friends.
What's even more strange is that their circle of friends has set up "visible for three days", as if they are afraid that others will know about their lives. Some people even closed the circle of friends directly, so that you almost forgot who it was when you opened WeChat.
But then again, middle-aged women are much more active. They go shopping, take their kids to the park, cook braised pork, and share family moments. It seems that only in their world, middle-aged men still exist alive, although they have become "behind-the-scenes heroes", hidden behind life, women, families, and children, like an obscure background board.
So, what is it that makes middle-aged men like this? Back then, they were in their early twenties and early thirties, but they were a group full of energy! Playing football, drinking, falling in love, playing the piano, Internet café**, what haven't you done? At that time, they were all masters of life and mood.
But now? There was silence. I guess it may be that people are middle-aged, and the pressure of life makes them breathless. became the breadwinner of the family and the pillar of the family. In the past, there were parents, teachers, and older siblings in front of me, but now I have to support the whole family, and I have to worry about mortgages, car loans, jobs, and children. Those winds and snows and small emotions have long been thrown out of the clouds.
However, I think they may also have slowly understood the true meaning of "pillars" in this life. I don't want people to see my vulnerability, and I don't want to expose my true psychological dynamics in the circle of friends. As the joke goes, when the car arrives home, they would rather sit alone in the car and smoke a cigarette than go upstairs and go home. Because at that moment, they can take off all their masks, really relax and be themselves. And at that moment, you don't need to post any moments, just smoke a cigarette. They may begin to realize that life is not just about the pursuit of superficial prosperity and liveliness, but requires more precipitation and accumulation. They begin to cherish the time they spend with their family and friends, and are more willing to invest time and energy in reality rather than showing off and competing for favor in the virtual world.
Of course, this doesn't mean that middle-aged men have given up on socializing and sharing altogether. They may just have changed their approach and become more restrained and deep. They may prefer to share their work experiences with their families at the dinner table or to express their emotions in their children's bedtime stories. Their sharing may no longer be a glamorous circle of friends, but affectionate words and warm hugs.
In this fast-paced society, middle-aged men may need more of a sense of inner peace and balance. They began to know how to cherish every night they spent with their families and enjoy the ordinary and real happiness. They began to understand that the beauty of life does not lie in showing off and comparing on the outside, but in inner peace and satisfaction.
So, when you see that those middle-aged men in your circle of friends are showing up less and less, don't be surprised, and don't be suspicious. They may just live their lives in a different way, becoming more real and deeper. They may be telling you in their own way: life is not just a gorgeous show, but a journey of precipitation and accumulation.