The woman in the black dress said in a slightly indignant voice: “That guy A is nothing, he is just a man in a skirt, always talking bad about women. Not to mention he said that Ms. B had an affair with Mr. C, but in reality that was not the case, affecting people's lives.”
The woman in the yellow dress sipped her coffee, her eyes turned towards the window where the afternoon light was fading, and she said: Oh my, what a trivial matter. The woman in the black dress continued, her voice more sour: And that lady M, who in front of me says she supports this person, behind my back says she supports another person, and when she votes, she chooses a third person. She really says one thing, does another, thinks another. She's really a bad person.
The woman in the yellow dress saw that her friend was so upset, so she smiled faintly: You're making a big deal out of it. Being ugly is normal! The woman in the black dress rolled her eyes: How is it normal?
The lady in the yellow dress curled her lips: Badmouthing this person, making up stories about that person, and voting… are everyday occurrences in many agencies! I have seen and heard many more bad and worse things than this. I am no longer upset by the usual bad things!
The lady in black sighed: The term "bad" is usually bitter to hear. Nowadays, hearing someone do good deeds is strange. As for bad deeds... sometimes we're used to it, many people don't bother to protest anymore.
The lady in the yellow dress smiled wryly: You're right, sometimes people just let it go, thinking it's just normal to be ugly, and why bother paying attention. But then one day, we become ugly without realizing it, because we've gotten used to being ugly.
The woman in black raised her voice again: But I think we need to change our way of thinking. We can't just let other people say bad things or do bad things without affecting us and just treat them as if they don't care about our neighbors. We need to do more good deeds and create a healthy environment so that even the smallest bad things don't have a place to exist. And you should throw your trash in the basket they put under the table. Who would throw it around like that?
