I think my makeup can still be seen, my lifestyle is my embodiment, and there are some high-end atmospheric things such as what quality I want to pursue. In fact, I think I still have some knowledge about all this, so it is inevitable that an excellent existence like me will be imitated.

Let's just say, as for my makeup, a few years ago, it was popular to dye my hair and perm it, make it into all kinds of messy colors, and then cut it with a strange hairstyle. Then it is scalded into instant noodles.

To tell the truth, I really don't like that style, just as I hate non-mainstream in junior high school and senior high school. Everyone thinks that non-mainstream is fashion, that non-mainstream people are big sisters and big brothers, and that non-mainstream people are fashion pacesetters.

However, I don't like this. I like black hair from beginning to end. I like my straight hair from beginning to end. It feels black and supple.

Perhaps influenced by me, my friends saw my hairstyle, listened to my feelings, and then ironed their own "instant noodles". He also said that he would cut off the dyed hair until it grew out, and he would always have black hair like me.

This is what it feels like to be imitated in my hairstyle. Actually, if you want to ask me what I think, I really don't. To tell the truth, black hair is everyone's original color and does not need to be deliberately modified. My friend wants to imitate it, because he really thinks this hairstyle looks good, which shows that my eyes are not bad.

There is also a kind of imitation, which belongs to the kind of "similarity in shape and spirit" On the surface, it is imitating you, but it is not, it is just a form of expression. Actually, I'm not that acceptable.

An obvious experience is that I like reading books and reading all kinds of books since junior high school, and my habits have not changed until college, but I like buying books and don't like borrowing books from others. This is my insistence on buying books.

Later, after I went to college, a girl I knew followed me all day. I just thought she was a little sister. Seeing that I was buying books and reading, she said she wanted them, too. She said that she felt very good and asked me to give her a recommendation.

When I really introduced the book I thought was great to her, she did buy it, but I was absent-minded when I read it. I didn't really understand the world in the book at all, and I didn't really like the words in the book.

This kind of imitation, in my opinion, still forget it. That is forced imitation, casual imitation, meaningless, and even makes me a little disgusted.