Almost every day in the course, we spent trembling with his accusations and reprimands.
Most of the people we practice driving with are in their twenties, which is the age with the thinnest face, the highest spirit and the least social experience. They are childish, but they quarrel with him and even scold him. The coach also used some small means to let the boy come to the driving school three times, but he still didn't have a chance to practice driving, or simply perfunctory and answered the other party's questions with ambiguous answers.
A girl was scolded and cried on the spot, secretly wronged, and angry with the coach with a cold face, but he never coaxed. If you don't take care of him, he will never talk to you.
Every time you drive, it's like walking through a purgatory, not only because of the input of physical strength and energy, but also because of the outburst and patience, which consumes all your endurance and good mood.
I can hardly remember when Miss T joined our "scolding class".
That afternoon, we were practicing dumping the garage. Complex operation is particularly difficult in the coach's scolding. The one on the left knocked down the pile and the one on the right rubbed against the wall. As soon as another girl stepped on the accelerator as a brake, the car jumped out of the distance.
The coach scolded endlessly. When I was about to bite the bullet and choose a car to practice, I saw Miss T who had just knocked down five piles and closed the car door and walked towards the coach.
"The coach just scolded her. She was scolded so badly that she must have come to quarrel, "I thought, and several people looked askance at her."
She wore a blue striped shirt and a ponytail. Her facial features are not beautiful, but they have a wonderful and gentle power.
"Coach, please don't scold us again in the future, okay? The more embarrassing, the more nervous and uncomfortable everyone is. "
When she spoke, her voice was slow, her tone was soft, and her eyes even smiled. She doesn't look like complaining, but like coquetry. I feel like a clever little fox in the forest, and I sympathize with her.
The coach is a rough and honest man. Faced with Miss T's smiling eyes and gentle words, he was so embarrassed that he was overwhelmed, wiped a sweat and even stammered. "Well, then, then I ... try to scold less in the future."
Miss T expressed her thanks politely. From then on, even if she didn't come to practice driving, the frequency of the coach cursing was much lower than before.
Once after driving, we had dinner together. I asked her, "How can you not be angry when the coach scolds you like this?"
"Because he only scolded me for some wrong behaviors, not me," she said. "In addition, I think he, as a big man, can't understand how girls feel after being scolded."
"Do you feel that many contradictions in interpersonal relationships are not caused by actual injuries, but by speculation?" She said.
The coach always scolds me. He must hate me very much.
I said hello to XX that day, and she left without responding. She must have a problem with me.
When I'm away, other people in the dormitory are always chatting happily. They must be speaking ill of me.
We are always used to preconceived from bad guesses, and because we don't have the courage and opportunity to prove it, the black hole in our hearts is getting bigger and bigger.
When my sister was looking for an internship, she was depressed for a while, because her best friend went to a seminar of a Fortune 500 company and submitted her resume, but she was not asked to go with her as usual.
After she knew it, she was embarrassed to ask the other person directly. The depressed family said, "I really regard her as a good friend, but how can she do this?" If she really treats me as a friend, why don't you ask me to join you? " I can't hide that I am better than her, "she complained angrily. For a long time, she didn't have any affection for that girl. "
At first, the girl didn't know why. She asked her out several times, but she was neither too hot nor too cold. Maybe she noticed something and then she didn't come.
Girls' minds are always very sensitive. I watched two people from inseparable to strangers, as if watching a lovelorn.
Until more than two years ago, after attending a class reunion, she called me happily. "You know, sister? I finally asked her about it today. It turned out that she didn't mean to call me, because the company was recruiting in different places, and I said before that I wouldn't consider going to work in other places. "
Her eyes are bright. "So she's not what I thought."
Yes, neither of you is what the other thinks.
The price of misunderstanding is years of indifference, missing the last mutual companionship of the university, and not even appearing in each other's graduation photo.
A little thing that should have been clarified immediately has been left in my heart because I have no courage. It has eroded into doubt a little and spread into alienation a little, and I have missed so many years.
We are too afraid to ask and too fond of guessing.
I am afraid of getting an embarrassing answer that breaks my heart, but I am cruel to myself and let myself despair with the worst possibility.
We are afraid to show our feelings, but we hope others can perceive our embarrassment, and we are unwilling to put forward our expectations frankly, but we can't stop ourselves from falling into the whirlpool of misunderstanding.
We are too much like snails in interpersonal communication. When we encounter a little setback and blow, we immediately retreat, and we don't even have the courage to test and judge. Is it lollipop or mace?
Always prejudging malice, but ignoring that there are more misunderstandings than traps in normal interpersonal communication.
It may not be the truth that hurts, but your imagination.
Don't be suspicious, don't ponder, don't blame others at will, and don't sell yourself short.
Be honest with your feelings, not prejudge each other.
Guess is not brave, but ask the truth and solve the problem.
Courage is a good thing. I hope you have it, too