Confessions of a Bottle of White Vinegar

I am a bottle of white vinegar, a bottle of white vinegar priced at 2 yuan and 4 mao. I have a gorgeous package, no dazzling colors, a trademark that looks very rustic, a transparent glass bottle, and a transparent liquid, which conveys simplicity and clarity.

In this condiment counter, I have been here for 11 months and 29 days. For me who only has a shelf life of 1 year, this means that I will reach the end of my life tomorrow!

After tomorrow, I might be crushed into pieces with a loud noise; I might dissolve in rivers, flow into the sea, and evaporate into the air; I might be repackaged, labeled with a new trademark, and placed on some counter as a counterfeit product.

But anyway, in this life, I haven't realized the value of vinegar, and I have lost the meaning of being vinegar.

I often blame myself for being born at the wrong time. In this city, we are not favored, and can only play the role of one jar per year, a few drops each time, achieving nothing. This directly leads to me standing dumbly on the counter for a year without anyone paying attention to me.

I also tried hard to show myself. With the help of the fluorescent lights in the mall, I used all my tricks to shine with the brightest light, trying to attract the endless flow of customers around me. But what I got was disappointment again and again.