Xie Mi's words struck a chord with countless miserable office drones.
[Do you really have to get this real, Old Xie?]
[I can accept five a.m. if that's my regular start time, but springing a five a.m. shift on me at the last minute? Go to hell!!!]
[That hit a nerve. She's literally describing me.]
"At the end of the day, we're just a bunch of workers getting paid to do a job. Why can't we say we're tired? Has the world become so overbearing that it even takes away our right to complain?"
"If you're tired, shout it out. If you want to complain, swear your heart out. Fuck! Fuck it! Fuck every last bit of it!"
"See? If a good round of swearing can solve it, why bottle it up? Saving it for some breast lumps later?"
Xie Mi folded her arms and watched Xu Shuangrong's gradually paling face with an easy smile.
Then she delivered a classic line:
"Let your crazy out-the sky won't fall."
[That makes so much fucking sense!!!]
[I'm suddenly fired up!]
[That was so satisfying. I'm stealing every AC remote from my shitty company today. If I'm suffering, everyone else can suffer too.]
[I only get to live this life once!! I'm making myself happy first!!!]
#Xie Mi, the ancient Greek goddess of refusing to torment yourself#
On the subways and buses at six in the morning, miserable workers and students on their commutes all held up their phones to watch the viral video that had just hit the trending list.
The one-minute clip featured Xie Mi's speech on refusing to torment yourself on the show. They watched it over and over, growing more fired up each time.
The buses and subways, previously steeped in resentment, were suddenly blazing with enthusiasm!
"Well said!"