0526 Diary _ "Do people have to be consumed like this?"

Forget the diary that has been missed for a few days.
But everything is telling one thing: it's about to be healed.

And that kind of recovery probably takes something away and brings something.
But I haven't been able to identify it clearly.

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On Sunday, I painted on the floor at home with K's friends and had a happy chat.
The funny K tried to practice hitchhiking and raised his thumbs hard on the road, but no one stopped.

Also, because of the perversion, we and K started discussing how to sell my merchandise.
Like toilet paper that wipes your mouth.
"Go set up a stall to pull you!" K shouted, and I felt very happy.

and recently I can turn on my dry talk mode again

"Leaving the fallen leaves is the pursuit of the wind, or the unretaining of the branches."
"Leaving the stool is the pursuit of the toilet, or the non-retention of the asshole."
"The departure of the nipple is the temptation of gravity, or the support of the bra is not enough."
"Chicken's departure..."
Before we finished, we burst into laughter.

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Went to the client for a meeting this morning.
After listening to the client ramble about various needs and ideas, I probably understood.
Exactly what I feared.

Speaking of which, I should have loved writing this type of copy in the past: poetic and beautiful articles.
When I was in an advertising company before, I also tried to incorporate my own style in this way, and I was scolded.
But now, I can no longer write words like that.
I write brand information, I write product strength, and I write words that the public can understand.

At that time, I was uncomfortable with the change, but later I was a little proud that I could write various types of copywriting.
Text that can make money.
Every word of precise calculation.
Smugly.

And now, it is more difficult for me to write poems like the ones I originally wrote.
I, like that, disappeared.

On the way back, it rained torrentially.
When I came back from the client and rode in the rain, I thought to myself, should I go on like this?
Should I still write for whose needs and preferences?
And then kill off the things you love to write about?

I kept thinking about it when I got home.
Should I go on like this?

I suddenly want to work in the restaurant industry, where I don't have to use my head.
Because everything that consumes my mind is just consumed by the world,
Commercially, at a glance, consumed like that.

Are people going to be consumed like this?