I used to be ashamed over and over again, and now if someone talks to me like a high school teacher, I still feel ashamed. Before, it made me cry a lot. Why am I so uncomfortable? Because I have an idea, that is, no matter whether a person regrets not working hard in the future, no matter how much the teacher is sincere for the student, and whether a person is an adult or not, if he encounters something, as long as he is strong enough, he can make these things do him more good than harm, then can he hate these things? How could he hate these things!
All my pain reminded me that I wasn't strong enough, because I didn't turn everything into motivation and chose hatred.
If a person does not regret it, he can do something that is not best for himself. It took me a long time to convince myself of this.
A person can hate something that makes him uncomfortable because he didn't make himself strong. It also took me a long time to convince myself of this.
These two points don't explain all my shame, but they are probably the two deepest places in my shame.