Interesting questions

[Ganj]

Greetings! First of all I'd like to say thanks for allowing me to post my thoughts free of any harsh criticism. I love this place wholly because of the open-mindedness of it's members and because you all can really dig! YAO-MING! I did a search on google. I typed "interesting questions" and appeared a webpage of someone who thinks "why does the sun lighten our hair, but darken our skin" an interesting question! And he goes on to ask a plethora of "interesting" questions that really have no range to them whatsoever. Almost like saying "who could even label these questions as interesting?"

"Why can't women put on mascara with their mouths closed?" and "Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?" Imagine the disappointment when I attempt to answer truly profound questions of the self and I find that instead. My sense of humor almost through me off my objective!

Continuing. This past week has been quite productive for me. Let us examine that word shall we? ME lol To be perfectly honest with you all. I haven't the slightest idea what I'm going on about. Lately I'm experiencing a range of thoughts that ultimately leave me meandering about in the vastness of my mind without grasping anything conclusive or even clear enough to be able to stop, look around and truly appreciate who I am. Just the question "who am I" leaves me in bewilderment and somehow closer to seeming end of my thoughts. Almost as if the thoughts are fruitless altogether. I guess more can be understood when I mention that I try very hard to be smart and strong. But lately I feel I'm losing myself to my thoughts. I feel it so much that I can almost understand it as a concrete and plausible idea that is probably summed up in paperback at the bookstore. And that is to say that I'm lazy. I wonder how much of myself I've lost due to laziness? I often downplay the importance of things as if they'll be less of an obstacle if I could simply do *blank* or *blank* first as an attempt to make the task easier when in fact common sense tells me that there is nothing easier than actually committing yourself to something.

I'm sorry. You poor readers probably need an example. Picture this. It's like going to get your sick mother's medicine and suddenly feeling "fuck her!" or "go get your own damn medicine!" and never actually going to get the medicine but instead detouring back to your comfortable bed and falling asleep. It doesn't end there though. Then "out of the blue" you begin thinking about why she asked you to get her medicine. Please sympathize with me here. I realize that the majority here aren't as critical or 'manic' as I seem to be sometimes but when you spend the lot of your time in frenzied 'thought' then it begins to find it's way into reality. The complicated part though has to be my relationships with the people in my life. Maybe that is just because I care about them. And not every relationship I've had in my life although I'm feeling the effects of what some would term 'losing touch' or 'lost touch.' Frankly I don't buy that a bit. Sure people stop talking. That's the worse. One minute your at the top of the world. You have friends who enjoy your company. Then it's silenced. People start disappearing and then you disappear. Who am I? Now that is an interesting question!

Ganj Reviewed by Ganj on 03-24-2008. Interesting questions Greetings! First of all I'd like to say thanks for allowing me to post my thoughts free of any harsh criticism. I love this place wholly because of the open-mindedness of it's members and because you all can really dig! YAO-MING! I did a search on google. I typed "interesting questions" and appeared a webpage of someone who thinks "why does the sun lighten our hair, but darken our skin" an interesting question! And he goes on to ask a plethora of "interesting" questions that really have no Rating: 5

[Ganj]

Who Am I?
by Dietrich Bonhoeffer
Dietrich Bonhöffer, a young theologian of great promise, was martyred by the Nazis for his participation in a plot against the life of Adolf Hitler. His writings have greatly influenced recent theological thought. This article appeared in the Journal Christianity and Crisis, March 4, 1946. Used by permission. This article was prepared for Religion Online by Ted & Winnie Brock.
Who am I? They often tell me
I stepped from my cellâ??s confinement
Calmly, cheerfully, firmly,
Like a squire from his country-house.
Who am I? They often tell me
I used to speak to my warders
Freely and friendly and clearly,
As though it were mine to command.
Who am I? They also tell me
I bore the days of misfortune
Equally, smilingly, proudly,
Like one accustomed to win.

Am I then really all that which other men tell of?
Or am I only what I myself know of myself?
Restless and longing and sick, like a bird in a cage,
Struggling for breath, as though hands were
compressing my throat,
Yearning for colors, for flowers, for the voices of birds,
Thirsting for words of kindness, for neighborliness,
Tossing in expectation of great events,
Powerlessly trembling for friends at an infinite distance,
Weary and empty at praying, at thinking, at making,
Faint, and ready to say farewell to it all?

Who am I? This or the other?
Am I one person today and tomorrow another?
Am I both at once? A hypocrite before others,
And before myself a contemptibly woebegone weakling?
Or is something within me still like a beaten army,
Fleeing in disorder from victory already achieved?
Who am I? They mock me, these lonely questions of mine.
Whoever I am, Thou knowest, 0 God, I am Thine!

March 4,1946

[PamStoner]

I can and do keep my mouth closed when applying mascara...
I think the big question is: why do people drive on parkways and park on driveways.....

Very beautifully written....a good read!

[Ganj]

I can and do keep my mouth closed when applying mascara...
I think the big question is: why do people drive on parkways and park on driveways.....

Very beautifully written....a good read!

lol Think it's poetic! Then I don't have to redeem myself for pouring all that junk into your mind. The poem by Bonhoeffer is the real feature to this mess of a thread.