aphrodite

I know I have sat at dinners tables and wondered how many people my date has been with. Should it matter?

(research on promiscuous people)

I'm constantly aware of my surroundings and it all affects me negatively and positively. Just call me a contradiction (which I've never seen as a bad thing) but honestly, am I the only person in the world who sees something beautiful in poverty? and sometimes I feel so wrong to say that because I've never lived in such a way but still, I find something so beautiful In what the majority of the worlds population pities and I also understand why that's so.

Even with birds, how I'd love to own a bird and have something so wonderful sleep beside me in its cage.

But, that's just the problem. I cannot, it's most likely happier in a cage at petco with a fake forest background than alone in my room still caged up.

There's so much controversy in my mind and it's driving me nuts, I've just always wondered.....

Do a lot of people experience this? DO they notice beautiful things in "ugly" things" are they ever so overpowered by smells that it brings them to tears even if it has no reference to any experience or time in one's life??

What's wrong with me?

You can throw that in there after you answer my first question.

You know, those fennel seeds? Tell meeeee??????????????????????????????????

Or do you think it is a good thing? Tell me why this country is so scared of socialism and why capitalism is better, or not.

Was this motto first used in the United States?

And do you believe it will be buried deep if Mc Cain becomes president?

He claims that a parent is punished for their bad deeds by their childs suffering.

Augustine's answer does not account for all children's suffering

Say the parent is unaware of what's happening to the child it can't be the parents punishment but only the innocent child.

Tell me something.

I have a deep connection with everything in this world.

From past to present, I could see myself living in:

the city, country, suburbs, africa, europe, the forest, the 17th century, the jazz age...

pretty much any time era and any place.

I love every medium, style, modern art and every genre of music from classical to electronica.

I see this as my burden but was this "burden" givin to me as a gift from some higher being?

Did they want me to feel confused as I am?

Do you think I have a greater chance in getting into an art school because of this, or is it best to find one style?

It's true that a lifetime of striving for things isn't happiness because you're constantly struggling for what's not there.

And you want it there because you think it'll make you happy so you're obviously not happy if you work hard for something you think may make you happy.

Homeless people go around and look for change, ask for change, dig for food, sometimes steal food, or money.

But these are still difficult to attain and yet, it doesn't please so they strive for more and more.

But why would they put themselves in a position like that to begin with, to work harder than they have to.

It can't be because they love to struggle, they struggled to begin with. And does anyone desire more struggle?

Even if they did attain more struggle in their lives they still have to

nourish their bodies to survive (just as animals do) and if that's all they live for then they still have to look for it somewhere.

Even to search is a struggle, and to ask for money is a struggle, and to steal is a risky struggle and even if they're not they're also desires.

But what if they desired nothing, even hunger and thirst, that only leads to pain

Pain is opposite of happiness.

And i'm trying to figure out

Are homeless people really happy??????????????

Have you seen the Amazing Racist on Youtube? What on earth drives people to do what he does??? Even when people are so nice to him, why must he proceed??

I woke up early just like most of you and went to a coffee house, just like most and I ordered a soy chai. I sat down and thought about how ridiculous it was that I couldn’t settle for a cup of coffee, I promise I will next time, Plus, I can’t afford to spend 350 everyday. I’d be better off pursuing my cigarette addiction.

I sat down with my drink outside of the Eastlake village walk and looked around. It was an early, lonely, foggy, morning and Billie holiday and Frank Sinatra played in the background. Why can’t they just have silence? And why did they have so many damn signs everywhere I looked? Caution, warning, STOP, pedestrians have the right of way, no loitering. Is this what the world has become? We don’t even need cops to get tickets anymore, there are cameras on every street corner.

I sat there for a while and noticed that everything was so damn fake, the music only made it worse and the fog just made it more depressing. But I can’t blame it all on the fog, so I’ll give credit to the fake grass that I sat near. I looked up and laughed and wondered, what the hell? Why can’t they just put real grass? Why? Why? Why?

And why did they have to bring these poor Koi fish and throw them in a fake pond? Would the plaza be incomplete without real fish? Maybe they should’ve placed fake fish in the pond, just like the fake turtle stones on the fake grass. There’s no need to make these beautiful innocent creatures suffer.

Those poor fish are tortured and food is constantly thrown at them by the amused little brats. These spoiled children scream about their frozen yogurt while children in Africa scream for water. It’s so ******* sad to live here people don’t even know how to raise their children right.

Is it me or does everyone who travels to another country come back and say “Wow, their life is so simple, and so wonderful. They’re so nice and helpful and da dee dad a dee…”

The truth is, it’s not their life. It’s our life they’re just the ones who choose to live it.

They choose to keep everything the way it was but only add a few needed buildings. Unlike us in America, we don’t need 6 plazas within 10 miles from each other. Why must we have 6 pizza shops, 6 Starbucks, 3 Pet markets 3 Vons, 3 Albertson’s all in one city?

I can’t keep my eyes closed as long as I live, but it would be so damn great to not see this fake **** anymore.

I want more trees and dead leaves, live leaves, roses, flowers, animals, water, rivers, mountains, streams, mushrooms, peace.

Why is it that I always stop 5 minutes into it.

It's happened with every guy except for my ex, 3 years ago...

am I just not interested??

Do you believe it's what keeps people from portraying themselves as crazy?