Write an essay of 1,000 words on the topic of The Other Me .

The other me, the composition is as follows:

To put it simply, there are two mes, one is the usual me and the other is the fanatical me.

Normally, I don't seem to like to talk, it's quite dark, and it seems to make people feel uncomfortable. Sometimes I am bored at home to make tea, see**, watch**, rarely have any contact with the outside world, I will listen to light ** in my spare time, I often revel in the violin, erhu and other beautiful melodies, I will quietly enjoy these people The most beautiful sounds in the world. I can say what a professional otaku should do, and I did it all.

Even so, I also have a fanatical side, as soon as I hear about playing basketball, my eyes suddenly light up, like a hungry wolf, flashing green, from the cooldown state immediately into the first level of combat readiness. When I played basketball, I became calm, serious, focused, and even crazy.

Since I was a child, my hobby has been playing, and my hobby has never changed since I was a child.

On the basketball court, one hand is quietly hanging by his side, the other hand is holding the basketball, quietly staring at the basket frame, and his eyes reveal a frenzy that he can't usually see. Looking at my opponent, I slapped the ball calmly. Suddenly, my body goes to the left, and my opponent's body follows to the left; I made another right rush, the opponent was also very agile and immediately turned right, I didn't panic, a fake dribble, turned directly, passed the opponent, a hook hand, the ball flew over the basket, bounced on the board, bounced into the frame, but the ball jumped out again as if I was joking.

In my eyes, there was no disappointment, only absolute confidence!

Countless mistakes and failures could not dampen my enthusiasm for basketball, and I constantly changed my offensive style and misjudged my opponent again and again.

Again, it's my turn to attack, I'm crazy like never before, I'm going to try a backhand layup, that's not long ago, I just learned, I'm not proficient, I look at the basketball hoop, like the world is just me, the basketball and the hoop, and my only task is to shoot it. I faked the right, the ball bounced off the opponent's step, I quickly received the ball, my hand turned hard, and the ball fell straight down and went in. There was a gleam in my eyes.

Every time a classmate asks me to play, I must play, and every time I have to sweat a shirt before I stop. And I play with heart and wisdom, from which I get happiness and philosophy, and only with unremitting efforts and clever wisdom can I play well.

This is the other me, a calm, intelligent, fanatically engaged me, a different me from that quiet me.

When I'm alone, I'm also alone.

There is a "beast" in my heart, and it is another me. I always lock this "beast" in a door, but the "key" in my heart will let it out. I want to make others jealous and make me visible from my small status.

When I'm angry, I'm a little unreasonable. Once, my brother held me tightly in my stomach, and I felt very uncomfortable, and before I knew it, the "beast" had manipulated me and made me lift my right foot and step down hard. I have done bad things and it is difficult for me to turn back, my heart is cold, I don't know what to do, and the scolding of my sisters and sisters has added a heavy burden to my original heavy heart.

This is the first side of the "beast": anger. The second side of this "beast" is:

Make people jealous. I'm the last in the family. That's why everybody hates me.

Some often scolded me, some kept everyone away from me, and some often plotted against ......meBecause of this, I can only make everyone jealous of me, so that others will not hate me anymore. I often make the "beast" reappear with the wrong behavior, but that's all I can do. Now, I've made it impossible for me to go back.

When I unveiled the true face of this "beast", I couldn't believe that "The Beast" was the real me! A terrible me, a hypocritical me, how will I drive away this terrible "beast"?