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Sam Pepper
is a great human being.
All his actions are so thought- and respectful and he
really knows how to treat other people right. Everything he does serves a great
purpose, his fame is justified and his videos make such a big change in our world.
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He’s a genius! Disguising a clever social experiment as a harmful prank! All glory to him!
He’s a genius! Disguising a clever social experiment as a harmful prank! All glory to him!
And he’s so into feminismsisms and equalitititititiy, he did
it to men too!
What a great guy! You’re all so dumb for hating him and not
seeing the obvious!
He’s raising awareness with doing the exact same wrong thing that he later states to despise, that’s absolutly logical!
And it’s not sexist or degrading, he filmed it, so
it’s art!
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Power,
control, influence.
3 things that always seem to be in the wrong hands.
3 things that always seem to be in the wrong hands.
Politicians,
celebrities, parents and teachers abuse their power over other people way too often
without enough people even noticing it.
We all go through the world searching for idols and special people we can look up to.
We want someone we can identify with, who we adore and who can inspire us to become a better person. We need someone to go to when we are confused or helpless, someone who can guide us through this adventure that is life.
Every now
and then we’ll find someone like that, a person that seems to have such a great
personality, charming, kind, motivating and worth all of our attention and money.
Those people who gain attention from others are dealing with a lot of responsibility.
There will always be people that believe everything that person will say, that are easy to manipulate, naïve or just lost and trustworthy and in their blindness they’ll do anything this person asks them to do.
Having an audience of over 2 million people is a lot of power for one person to handle and can easily be misused - accidentally or maybe fully aware of making a mistake, I’m in no position to judge that.
There will always be people that believe everything that person will say, that are easy to manipulate, naïve or just lost and trustworthy and in their blindness they’ll do anything this person asks them to do.
Having an audience of over 2 million people is a lot of power for one person to handle and can easily be misused - accidentally or maybe fully aware of making a mistake, I’m in no position to judge that.
The point is, we all make mistakes, they are unavoidable.
Yes, if you put a bit
more thoughts into your work, some mistakes won’t even happen, but okay, it
happened, we can’t turn back time.
The reaction is over-whelming and unbearable for this youtuber who might be part of a big machinery with management and assistants, but who is still “just” a young man.
The reaction is over-whelming and unbearable for this youtuber who might be part of a big machinery with management and assistants, but who is still “just” a young man.
Poor boy, unable to handle the consequences of his own behaviour.
He starts to panic, is about to lose everything he earned, losing a
big fanbase and the respect of other entertainers, what could he do to save
his ass?
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The right
answer is: damage control.
Don’t you dare to apologize for being an asshole, a
horrible role model and a disgrace of a human being.
You should post more
videos about grabbing people’s asses and then one revealing one, where you get a poorly written script, read it in front of a camera, about how you wanted to raise
awareness, wrap it all up with a tragic backstory and voilà; that will do.
You are
happy and satisfied because you are soo clever.
Part of your fanbase believes
you automatically. They compliment you for your original idea, love you for doing
something for this great cause.
I admit, I underestimated their intelligence.
But you overestimated your cleverness, the power of your PR-team and the credulity of the rest of the internet.
This will backfire.
But you overestimated your cleverness, the power of your PR-team and the credulity of the rest of the internet.
This will backfire.
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picture source: http://www.vanguardsurvival.com/ visited 23.9.14
Popping the cherry, licking the banana and other fun fruits stuff
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Sexuality.
Well that’s a topic we all like to discuss, don't we?
And one that we all like to label over and over again.
Gay straight, lesbian, bi, pansexual, asexual, -
If you've read every blog post I posted in the last 732738 months here, you’ll notice the little * after every word that could be used in a sexual context, especially after all the “straight”s.
It doesn’t really mean anything, I just wanted to use it as a fun way to come out and say: Remember how I always use the word straight in my poems? Isn't it ironic?!
If you've read every blog post I posted in the last 732738 months here, you’ll notice the little * after every word that could be used in a sexual context, especially after all the “straight”s.
It doesn’t really mean anything, I just wanted to use it as a fun way to come out and say: Remember how I always use the word straight in my poems? Isn't it ironic?!
But this is not what this blog post is about. It’s about
the almightiness of sex, how it’s everywhere around you,even if you don’t
participate in it.
As a young teenager, I thought a lot about sex.
Honestly I think every teenager does.
And it’s such a big deal. The whole when-will-I-lose-my-virginity-how-will-it-be-how-does-a-blowjob-feel-like-masturbation-will-(s)he-accept-my-naked-body- should-I-work-out-more-and-eat-less- how-much-hair-is-okay – all those things were important to us at some point and maybe still are with every new partner.
And it’s such a big deal. The whole when-will-I-lose-my-virginity-how-will-it-be-how-does-a-blowjob-feel-like-masturbation-will-(s)he-accept-my-naked-body- should-I-work-out-more-and-eat-less- how-much-hair-is-okay – all those things were important to us at some point and maybe still are with every new partner.
Sex and sexuality are such big (just like my penis)
and important topics and I wanted to use this blog post to talk with you about my
love for innuendos - sorry, about all the different kinds of sexual preferences,
about how sexuality is not a black/white thing, how you are never 100% gay or
100% straight, but always somewhere inbetween on a scale and how you can be 36%
gay and 64% straight and identifiy as bi or 50/50% and still be bi and how
there is so much more you need to know about pansexuality, asexuality and the
whole gender issue.
Homo- and transphobia would have been a point, religion
and the church, coming out, going on dates, accepting yourself, being accepted
by others, prejudices and facts about the different kind of labels, why labels
are important and why you actually don’t have to label what your heart or your
genitals want.
I wanted to address slutshaming and cat calling, how
never having sex or not enjoying it is as okay as having loads of it with
different people and loving it.
i wanted to write about how sex is still a taboo in our society and even though everyone always talks about it we are not informed enough, about how porn is easier available than contraceptives and how you are into weird fetishes but find homosexuality disgusting.
I had it all worked out and planned, asked friends to
ghostwrite me some stuff about their experience, but then tonight happened.
We live in such an over-sexualized world, tits are
basically everywhere, nothing works without half-naked people on covers or in
magazines, every tv show gets more popular when you add some steamy sex scenes,
no matter how unrealistic they are, as long as they turn the viewers on and
they don’t turn their tv off.
Casual sex and one-night-stands seemed always normal to
me. I never judged someone based on their sexual experience or preferences, at
least I hope so, and talking about it with my parents/friends/partners/strangers was never an issue.
I’ve never pressured someone into having sex with me, neither
have I let myself get talked into intercourse, if I didn’t want it to 100% myself.
I haven't made the worst possible experiences.
I haven't made the worst possible experiences.
Furthermore, i never believed in the whole stereotype,
that men just think with their penises, that they all just want that one thing
from you and so on.
Until now.
I still believe that there are some penis-(and vagina-)owners out
there, that don’t try to hump everything they see immediately,
that are able to have a conversation without thinking about the other human
being naked or who care about an individual and be there for them without only
having sex as a motivation and aspiration in their mind. But they seem to be rare.
I think emotional intimacy, insightful conversations,
having fun without exchanging body fluids, taking care of eachother, security
and love on a other level than physical attraction is possible and this kind of
connection or feeling of affection is a main desire of every being.
In my opinion sexual needs are a secondary thing and
not something that needs to dominate the human mind 25/8.
In my
experience until this day, it’s still the only thing people want from eachother.
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source of the picture "USEFUL, NAKED AND STILL LIFE" by Holger Niehaus; http://www.pichaus.com/ (visited 20/9/14)
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source of the picture "USEFUL, NAKED AND STILL LIFE" by Holger Niehaus; http://www.pichaus.com/ (visited 20/9/14)
In the end we just smile at random pictures on the internet
THE CHILDREN THAT MAKE OUR SHOES
WALK BAREFOOT
Have you ever thought about how the children that make
our shoes somewhere in india walk barefoot?Little kids spent over 12 hours a day in dirty streets or poisened factories,so that we can feel a little bit prettier.
Illegal child labour happens right in front of our eyes, wherefore do I need you to look deeper in mine instead of noticing the really important things going on?
Have you ever imagined how sick the cows are before they die and get eaten?
If I just take a quick look behind the curtains of the meat industry,
I couldn’t eat as much as I want to throw up, whenever I see bacon again.
Animals get treated so badly, how dare I to complain about how you never loved me enough, when some creatures never get any affection at all?
There are male human beings, that think they own the right to decide what’s right and wrong for the soul and reproduction system of women all over the world.
Feminism still isn’t the same as common sense, but it should be,
why do I even bother craving your attention and admiration, if a whole gender can’t even get their well-deserved respect?
young children die at work, animals suffer so we can enjoy a burger and men oppress fellow human beings, just because they were born a certain way – all those things are reasons to be sad,
but I- from all those reasons - i chose to lay depressed in bed,
because you broke my heart.
THOUGHTS FLOATING INTO THE NIGHT SKY
In therapy you try to lift the duvet of your past to uncover the hidden secrets of your childhood, how your mother might never loved you and how your father loved you too much, how she never hugged you and he touched you too much, how she left and didn’t seem to care and how he came closer and cared even less.
In bed, whenever i layed awake, which is always, I didn’t dare to leave the hot, dark uterus that was the space under my blanket , I almost couldn’t breathe, but I rather suffocated in my safe place than get crushed by the open space.
I can see the dance of obligation, fault and guilt in the shadows on my ceiling, I can’t look away but they don’t bother to notice me and aspiration, we’re watching them silently while incitement and incitation are still sleeping.
In bed, whenever i layed awake, which is always, I didn’t dare to leave the hot, dark uterus that was the space under my blanket , I almost couldn’t breathe, but I rather suffocated in my safe place than get crushed by the open space.
I can see the dance of obligation, fault and guilt in the shadows on my ceiling, I can’t look away but they don’t bother to notice me and aspiration, we’re watching them silently while incitement and incitation are still sleeping.
In the night sky,starring at the firmament and at the ticking clock, 1.30, looking for answers in the stars, I couldn’t find anything but light dots on a dark surface, dead stars on a giant graveyard, over-romantisized pieces of dirt on a black canvas.
We tell the waiting people that ‘no answer is an answer aswell’, but let’s be honest, no answer is just a never ending vacuum of false interpretation, anxious boredom and dying hope.
We tell the waiting people that ‘no answer is an answer aswell’, but let’s be honest, no answer is just a never ending vacuum of false interpretation, anxious boredom and dying hope.
In the real world, we cover up our wounds and close the curtains behind our eyes, never see, never feel, never be more than a working system, lay down with lovers and get up as strangers, keep all the problems under the duvet and don’t you dare to stay there with them.
In the end we’re all leaking wrecks, sinking ships that barely left the haven and drowning, while we smile at random pictures on the internet.
this started as a blog post and then went downhill from there
FRIDAY
Henni
adressed this once (probably more often but i just remember that one time)
where she talked about how she feels like she gets bad at taking care of
herself.
I never
understood this when I was younger, like, why wouldn’t you feed yourself and
drink and shower and go outside, those are the basic things, why would you
force yourself not to do them?
The thing
is, taking care of yourself means so much more. It means accepting yourself,
telling yourself, that your feelings and moods are valid and that you are worth
eating and taking up space. That crawling under your bed and starving
yourself won’t help you with anything. Punishing yourself or just letting those
basic needs slip away and ignoring your empty stomach shouldn’t be okay.
Right now
I’m in one of those phases were I don’t feel like I’ve earned the right to be
here, dressing myself seems like too much effort, I’m not important or worthy
enough to make myself leave the bed and cook something for me.
Something
my therapist told me, as I called her up a few hours ago - crying in the middle
of the street, because I couldn’t make myself move anymore - was, that i
never learned how to take care of myself.
Not in a
i-cant-cook-or-live-on-my-own-kinda-way, but in terms of emotional care.
I never
learned to hug myself, talk to myself nicely; I adopted a way of speaking to
myself, that wasn’t healthy for me, because that’s how people spoke to me
and my therapist assured me that that’s not the way you speak to a scared
child.
I
developed a lot of bad habits throughout the years because of how I thought I
needed to treat myself, I got into abusive relationships, ate nothing or too
much, forced myself to do certain stuff or to not do things I wanted to do and
harmed myself in other ways.
I’m not
able to calm myself down or treat myself the way I should, I’m too afraid to be
depressed and actually too exhausted to panic, but still on edge for hours now.
SATURDAY
Nobody is
able to give a fuck
Every
time I get bad again, I drift away and leave everyone behind.
I’m alone
when I feel lonely and that is a bad combination.
I’ll
manage it somehow, my therapist will call almost every day to make sure that
I’m still alive and breathing and I’ll get over it and on with that thing I call
my life.
It’s
actually not that bad. No one notices how much or how less I eat, or when, no
one is disappointed, when I’m in my PJs for a week straight or when I take 3
naps a day.
No one
gives me a bad look, when I sit in the bathroom at 2 am and crying and no one
will be angry, when I do the same at 8 o’ clock in the morning on the
kitchen floor.
I can be
as destructive and self-harming as I like, no one’s there to stop me or to tell
me that I should get my shit together.
It’s kind
auf nice to be able just to let it out, whenever it needs to get out.
But at the same time no one’s there to try to calm me down, when I wake up in the middle of the night, screaming and scared to death, no one will look after me, when I sit next to toilette, sweaty and feeling sick, about to faint.
But at the same time no one’s there to try to calm me down, when I wake up in the middle of the night, screaming and scared to death, no one will look after me, when I sit next to toilette, sweaty and feeling sick, about to faint.
Then
everybody will get back and start judging:
being mad at me for not living my life to my full potential, for spending my days in my bed and shouting at me, when I’m crying and shaking, because they can’t see it.
being mad at me for not living my life to my full potential, for spending my days in my bed and shouting at me, when I’m crying and shaking, because they can’t see it.
I dragged
myself outside, with this last piece of hope and went to the supermarket to
pick up frozen pizza or bread or something for my upset stomach and I cried
all the way back to the house, because it was so exhausting and too much to
handle and I had 3 panic attacks in the store with every one watching me like I
lost my fucking mind and had to leave and break down on the sidewalk
hyperventilating, wander lost around the streets, maybe twice, just to gather
enough strength to make it to the cashier.
They will
look at me while I’m down, almost dying and tell me, sometimes louder
than necessary that they didn’t do anything wrong. That they were the perfect parents/boyfriend/friend
and that it’s not there fault.
Just like
I would stand beside a burning house, hearing the family inside scream and
screaming back: I’m sorry, I can’t help, it’s not my fault, I didn’t set the
fire!
My
parents are in denial for years now and I don’t think anything will ever get
through to them. It doesn't matter if I’ve been in 2 different clinics in the past 3 years, had
multiple therapists and it doesn'T matter whether i took prescriptive meds for and against basically
everything or nothing at all - they look at me in this certain way, like I’m a stranger,
expecting me to snap out of it any second.
They
don’t even bother to cover up the fact that they are so annoyed of me being me,
so tired of everything being so hard to handle.
It’s just
so nerve-wrecking, being not able to exist in your own body, nevermind in your
own head and then watching the people around you, who you should be able to
trust and feel save with, treating you like you are a burden, emphasizing your
own self-image in the worst way possible.
When I
force myself out of bed in the late afternoon, to make myself eggs on toast and
to keep myself a little longer alive, people will comment on my eating behavior, tell
me I’m feeling like shit because I eat the wrong stuff or too much or not
enough, try to blame food for the chemicals in my brain,like I did all those
years ago.
But that’s
not it.
SUNDAY
I had
four panic attacks last evening/night and I was so utterly terrified that I thought
the world would just cave in and bury my alive.
Nothing happened.
Not even my room moved the slightest and I feel so dumb for being so scared and
paranoid and at the same time I still feel this way so it’s again like
betraying myself, not accepting those bad thoughts and instead treating myself like a
nutcase.
Maybe I actually am losing my mind.
I don’t remember what the whole point of this is, what I wanted to tell the world, what I want my friends to think of me, this should have been a blog post about self-care and getting better, but i don't feel like lying today.
Instead it's about how I’m thinking about quitting uni (again), about how I stopped
seeing my therapist and stopped taking my meds (again), about how I might need
to go into hospital (again), maybe this night because I’m unable to function in
any way, about how scared I am of losing myself (again), about how i can't remember how it felt before and i'm terrified of never being able to feel right again, about how everything
turned into one big nightmare and I can't wake up.
I don’t
know what I want to say with this. I could write it in a diary and in my mother
tongue, but it seems to me that I need this language to establish a border
between myself and what happens in my life.
Nobody
knows what’s really going on in my life, I normally don’t talk about it or at
least try not to spent too much time in the role of the poor little (big) girl
that feels so sorry for herself, that wants attention and everyone to love her,
I try to keep it bottled up, but the one’s of you, that actually met me once or
twice or even almost every day for 8 years in a row, see through my internet
personality, see the person behind peetapun and actually saw me sitting one the
sidewalk not being able to breathe or watched me crying in public toilets. I
know it’s never fun and games with me, I know I cancel more dates then I ever
show up to, I arrive too late and leave too early, I’m not a good talker, a bad
listener and just in general not a
likeable person.
Maybe I
just wanted to make sure that everyone knows, that I’m still suffering, more
than ever, because all I seem to do is tweet not really funny and insinuating
stuff or write a blog post convincing myself how deep and thoughtful and clever
I am, creating this image of myself how i want humanity to adore me, when all I actually do is trying not to be me.
Is this Art?
Is this art?
Is this something beautiful or meaningful?
Is this a masterpiece?
Does this
seem like the artist used his skills and intentions to create something meaningful?
Is this
extraordinary and does it trigger something in you?
Some of those
photos do really exist, outside of my laptop, outside of the file called 'blogadcfwhcjeh'
With a different
background, a professionell model and better lighting.
i just recreated them (badly).
Some of those I just
took for fun,like 15 minutes ago.
Do you see the difference?
Do you see the difference?
I could
have used the originals, like i said, the concept of some of those already exists, I just
didn’t want to get copyright issues or say something bad about the work of
others and actually I wanted to see, if I
could do it. if i and a very bad webcam could recreate photos that are somewhere out there and way more popular and aesthetic than anything i could ever create.
If this is art, then art is easy.
It was easy perform
those poses and it didn't took long to take a picture.
Does this make them less special, less 'arty'? Are they worthless, now that I just copyed them? Or are they the better ones, in comparison to those i took without an model?
What even is
art?
Art is
without a doubt one of the most undefinable things in this world.
Art is basically that what happens when humans do stuff with a certain intention, or maybe even without.
Art is basically that what happens when humans do stuff with a certain intention, or maybe even without.
Art is a product of the brain and the hands,
something that starts in your mind and ends on a piece of paper or in a
photograph or as a performance or in a movie – the possibilities are endless.
Art is a
meal you cook, art is your outfit, art is the face of your favorite person.
Art is
everything, as long as it transports a message, as long as it’s is
interpretable by anyone, as long as you can see a representation of an
emotions or a situation or a word or basically anything, as long as you
can read something in it, it is art.
Sometimes,
art is beautiful.
Sometimes, art is ridiculous.
Sometimes, art is quiet, a few
lines on a paper, sometimes art is a 20-million-dollar-production in the cinema.
Sometimes art is in intimate. Sometimes it’s funny. Sometimes a nude human being, sometimes a sleeping
cat, sometimes a dying tree, sometimes just colour.
Art is
everything, everything is art, but at the same time nothing.
Art is something different for everyone.
What does
art mean to you?
Not so frequently asked questions
Who’s the happiest person on earth and who’s the unhappiest?
the unhappiest human being is the (wo)man who has no more expectations from or questions about the universe and the happiest is not the one who already knows it all, but the one who has someone to ask all her/his questions, especially the important one.
Do you always
want your friends to tell you the truth?
No. I want
them to tell me the truth if I’m about to do something I might regret or if
they know something that’s important for me to know in regards of my future.
I
don’t want them to be honest when I need acknowledgment or maybe a compliment, I
don’t want them to tell me that I look ugly, when I feel beautiful or to tell
me that my nose is imperfect, when they could tell me white lies instead, so I
still feel good about myself.
Does
reality exist? Or is it a concept that humanity made up?
Everyone
has their one reality and we all live in a world with multiple realities.
The
difficult part is to find people who share your perspective or who contribute
to your world with another point of view without labeling your reality as
wrong.
What makes
someone happy?
The
knowledge of who you are, what you want and how you can achieve it
When is it love?
when isn’t it love? It always should be love, instead of hate.
Why
wait to love someone when you can start now?
Love them before you get to know
them, love them before you’ve met them, love them as a matter of principle and
just for the sake of it. It’s never too early to start loving someone and never
to late to keep on loving. There’s always space for negative feelings later on.
Do you believe in god?
No but I
wish I could
What do you believe in?
hope
hope
In one
word, what’s standing between you and your biggest goal?
fear
If you
could ask one person just one question and they would have to answer honestly,
what would you ask?
Was it my
fault that you didn't love me enough?
What is
your greatest addiction?
the lives of strangers
the lives of strangers
How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
15
Which is worse, failing or never trying?
Sometimes never trying prevents you from having the traumatic scars of
failure, sometimes never trying means keeping the dream alive without killing
it with reality
.
If life is so short, why do we do so many things we don’t like and like so
many things we don’t do?
Because life isn’t short, it’s the longest period of time a human being can
experience.
And that means that we have to do stuff we hate to be able to do stuff we
like. Sometimes we don’t have as much time as we thought we would and we did
all the boring stuff and never tried the fun one.
If the average human life span was 40 years, how would you live your life
differently?
Our school system would be different, education shorter and all the
teenagers would be running around searching for a partner to mate with. so...basically i'd do everything exactly the same.
Are you more worried about
doing things right, or doing the right things?
I’m more worried about doing
the right thing, I always think about different opportunities, but never start
doing anything.
You’re having lunch with three people you respect and admire. They
all start criticizing a close friend of yours, not knowing she is your
friend. The criticism is distasteful and unjustified. What do you
do?
Talk with them about it, tell them what I think and see how they react. If they
still behave disrespectful, I’d leave and look for new people to admire
If you could offer a newborn child only one piece of advice, what would it
be?
Once you start being stressed and depressed it’s so hard to be happy and calm again. Enjoy
your childhood as much as you can and try to take some of the child-like spirit
into adulthood, you’ll need it.
Would you break the law to save a loved one?
Absolutely
Have you ever seen insanity where you later saw creativity?
Yes and I hope I’ll be one of those cases
What’s something you know you do differently than most people?
Coping with daily live, I get so fucking stressed out by just existing,
nevermind eating, talking or actually doing stuff outside
How come the things that make you happy don’t make everyone happy?
Everyone has a different concept of happiness and that diversity is
important, otherwise there would be many jobs no one would like to do and everyone
would be doing the same thing
What one thing have you not done that you really want to do? What’s holding you back?
I want to do everything, but the lack of motivation, money and courage is stopping me
Are you holding onto something you need to let go of?
Yes.
Like the drowning man holds on to an anchor
If you had to move to a state or country besides the one you currently live
in, where would you move and why?
England, brighton. Because of the sea and in my head life there would be wonderful
Do you push the elevator button more than once? Do you really believe
it makes the elevator faster?
No, but for some people that might give them a sense of control, even if they don’t have any over the speed of an elevator.
Would you rather be a worried genius or a joyful simpleton?
I’d give up everything,every piece of intelligence, good looks, talent and creativity
I own so I could just be happy
Why are you, you?
Because of accident, bad timing and weird star constellations
Have you been the kind of friend you want as a friend?
as far as it’s for me possible…I hope so
Which is worse, when a good friend moves away, or losing touch with a good
friend who lives right near you?
The feeling of losing touch, of emotionally drifting away while you actually
still could touch them.
What are you most grateful for?
Having choices
Would you rather lose all of your old memories, or never be able to make
new ones?
I’d rather lose everything I ever experienced than not being able to make new memories
Has your greatest fear ever come true?
I’m not sure, everytime something I feared happened, my mind shifted and my
biggest fear became something different, something unreachable, until I reached it
again. in general one of my biggest fears are drowning and losing control - i've already been too long underwater twice and needed to be saved and i've lost control over things multiple times
Do you remember that time 5 years ago when you were extremely upset? Does
it really matter now?
I do remember many times in the past where I’ve been deeply sad and yes, I still
think about it
Have you ever been with someone, said nothing, and walked away feeling like you just
had the best conversation ever?
Yes
Why do religions that support love cause so many wars?
Because people forget the big picture and confuse power with freedom
Is it possible to know, without a doubt, what is good and what is evil?
Not always
Would you rather have less work to do, or more work you actually enjoy
doing?
If I enjoy it, is it still work?
Do you feel like you’ve lived this day a hundred times before?
Yes and I hate this feeling. I dont want my life to be the same year 70
times over again
When was the last time you marched into the dark with only the soft glow of
an idea you strongly believed in?
I don’t think that ever happened to me, i always have to think everything through
If you knew that everyone you know was going to die tomorrow, who would you
visit today?
The person who wants to see me
Would you be willing to reduce your life expectancy by 10 years to become
extremely attractive or famous?
If that means that I automatically became happy at the same time, then yes.
What is the difference between being alive and truly living?
Being alive is just a thing of a few biological signs, living is so much
more
If we learn from our mistakes, why are we always so afraid to make a
mistake?
Because making a mistake doesn’t mean we always learn something, sometimes
we just keep making the same mistake because we don’t know what else to do
What would you do differently if you knew nobody would judge you?
Everything
When was the last time you noticed the sound of your own breathing?
Right know
What do you love? Have any of your recent actions openly expressed
this love?
I don’t think that there’s any human being I really love anymore. At the same time I don’t think that anyone feels that way about me,
because I don’t have any close friends or a good relationship with my family members
Decisions are being made right now. The question is: Are you
making them for yourself, or are you letting others make them for you?
Neither one. I wish
someone else would just tell me what to do, what’s best for me and I could stop
worrying________________________________________________________________________________
Most of the questions are from this site: http://www.marcandangel.com/2009/07/13/50-questions-that-will-free-your-mind/ (visited 4/9/14)
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