Monkeys of the Himalayas

I seemed to have been poisoned by monkeys in the Himalayas yesterday. The original story is that in a poor mountain village, people live a life of unclothed food and clothing, and people are very eager to get rid of such a miserable day one day. Later, an old man claimed to be able to turn stones into alchemy, and after doing a few tricks to blind his eyes, people were convinced. Everyone wants to learn this technique, feeling that as long as they learn their hard life, they will come to an end, and they will soon live a life of unprecedented wealth. In order to learn this technique, people give the only food, money and value things in the family to the elderly, hoping that they can get the favor of the teacher and can successfully learn the alchemy of stones. After the old man accepted the gift, he began to patiently teach people the so-called alchemy of alchemy, and although the recipe was very long, people still tried to memorize it. The old man told the devout scholars that the oral technique learned only one step successfully, and the most important thing is that people must not think about the Monkeys of the Himalayas when memorizing the recitation, as long as they think about this magic will disappear, the alchemy will not succeed, even if you have a certain word in this sentence in your mind, the oral recipe will fail, and this spell will fail. People feel ridiculous, how can they think of unrelated Himalayan monkeys when they recite their mouths. But people are like a demon, as long as they memorize the tips, they will think of the monkeys in the Himalayas for no reason. So people's alchemy died in this way, and people still lived a life of poverty. However, no one will feel that the old man has been deceived, and they all feel that it is caused by the reason that they always think of the monkeys of the Himalayas and cannot be as calm as water.

In fact, a lot of things are like this, people will closely link two things that are not a little internally related, just like me last night. I haven't slept well since my dad died, and sleep problems have plagued me for more than a decade, making me sensitive and anxious, sometimes really miserable. Maybe I care too much about sleep, so I never solve the problem of sleep disorders. As long as I go to bed late, when there are exciting things happening before going to bed, drinking tea or even coffee, I will stay up all night. Yesterday afternoon with a friend, my friend gave me a drink with coffee, and I really didn't want to drink it because I knew my fragile nerves couldn't stand it. But my friend pulled away, and I couldn't refuse to drink it. After washing at ten o'clock in the evening, I also went to bed with some drowsiness. Suddenly something happened, and I suddenly remembered that I had drunk a drink with coffee in the afternoon, that is, because the thought of this incident made me sleepless, sleepless all night, and now my joints and muscles are moaning in pain, but there is no trace of drowsiness. Maybe if you don't remember drinking a drink with coffee in the afternoon, you will fall asleep peacefully. But I accidentally thought about it, causing my insomnia. Just like when people recite the recipe of turning stones into gold, they subconsciously think of monkeys in the Himalayas, and they are all hit by inexplicable magic. Last night I was poisoned by monkeys in the Himalayas, so I stayed up all night!