Exploring the World of Nerui: Identities, Art, and Personal Growth

Nerui represents a broad spectrum of experiences. From cherishing works for themselves to using them as a lens to define self-identity, this process is filled with subtle intermediary states. I am drawn to the nebulous state of being a nerui, but from my long-standing experience, I haven’t much interacted with people in the humanitieswhether by conversation or shared interests. Although some of my classmates engage with books, yet rarely do we have meaningful discussions. I don’t know if this is because they seek personal fulfillment through reading, or if it’s merely a compulsion to consume information. Regardless, both reading and watching films seem to be deeply personal undertakings, free from the cultural environment where individuals haven’t actively used works of art to construct their sense of identity.

Sometimes, I come across posts on Weibo or about nerui culture being torn apart or playing with self-imagean interesting cultural phenomenon. I dont find much fault with neruiwhether in the consumerist senseor because one must at least have some understanding of the works it refers to before applying such labels. Reading and watching films are individual experiences, free from social interaction, which is why such solitary activities leave me more room for introspection than any group. I dont imagine myself as someone who can choose a group or lifestyle but instead strive to be an ordinary reader and viewer, content with the books and movies that have accumulated over time.

The idea of self-identity is something you can only find in conversations, yet Ive never had such interactions. If I did meet people like these, how would we communicate? Do I start by asking about our favorite works or scenes? Each person who cherishes art seems to leave behind a unique and profound experience that drives them to endlessly seek its replication. But where do you even begin the conversation? Why cant we just dive into someone elses feelings?

I often wonder why people choose to talk about works rather than themselves. Is it because were all too lazy to think about ourselves, so we settle for talking about something else entirely? When discussing art with others, are we simply exchanging definitions before we even know what defines us? This seems like a waste of time.

Theres another movie called that Ive seen on Doubana story about two nerui falling in love. Its all about people connected through shared interests, and I think it makes for an excellent anchor point to discuss deeper themes beyond romance. Stripping away the fluffiness of these works, what really draws us together? Is it because were all seeking something similar within our own psyches?

We love different things for various reasonssome because they fulfill us deeply, others because they offer something unique or special. What do we choose to read and watch has profound implications on how we see ourselves and the people around us. Ive seen some reviews criticize these two characters as being shallow consumers of art without originality, but even choosing works involves a lot of personal creation. Do we really just copy others experiences? With their endless stream of thoughts and emotions, perhaps theyre trying to find something in them that matches our own inner world.

The idea that people are made up of such random experiences is both fascinating and terrifying. Ive had the chance to think about these things many times before, but even now, I cant help but feel a sense of boredom at how monotonous and restrictive this life must be.