BEFUDDLED

The real question is..

Is there an answer to everything?

Yes I believe there is.

Can you answer a question with another question?

Why not?

Is there a reason we do bad things?

There is a reason for everything so the answer is yes.

What is the reason?

That’s another question, I believe we do bad things because we are okay with compromising someone else’s happiness for our own. That’s why people will argue that bad deeds are subjective and depend on perspective. The people who usually make these arguments on most occasions are the bad do-ers and as such their opinion is marred with bias and anyway subjectivity is all about bias.

Is there a reason I get nightmares at age 19?

Yes , I just haven’t figured it out yet.

Why are these questions random?

Most of life is random so why not these questions.

Why should difficult questions be asked?

Decisions are never easy. If questions aren’t asked then nobody will search for the answers. Even though these difficult questions usually never land up to one single conclusion it explores the many possibilities of probably answers and creates some sort of perspective to the issue. Then again perspective is lined with a thick maker of bias so much like this answer, difficult questions lead to you roaming in circles and making no progress.

Does every good argument end with someone referring to the real question at hand?

No .

Can there be more than one answer that’s right though the answers are conflicting?

Yes.

Is it possible to be unbiased?

That is a question I think, in my opinion has a subjective answer.

Can random arguments in your head really make up a decent blog post?

Well why the hell not. If we gave a damn about an idiot who thought the world was round, if we cared a shit about the ramblings of a 19^th century cross-dresser who wrote ballads why am I , a perpetually depressed, frequently high soul searching teen any less important. And who said anything about wanting to be decent.

IT’S MY LIFE.

I THINK…

What do you say when you are asked to choose your vacation in life based on a few numbers school teachers gave you for reasons you don’t remember?

How do you feel when your entire personality is represented by a couple of categories made by marketers of a social networking site?

Why are there experts to tell you what you were really thinking and how you really feel in AC clinics with leather couches?

Why are cola companies trying to dictate how wild, cool or spunky you should behave?

Why does Levi’s try so hard to make my bum look perky?

So many unanswered questions and there’s one more.. do we ever really think for ourselves?

the inspiration to my prose
the subject of my rhymes
recollections in writing for those
many magical moments and times

we wrote poetry with our kisses.
or if hugs could sing out loud
double last names with a prefixed mrs
address it to number nine/cloud

how you looked at me n i felt faint
then you asked me if i was anaemic
and in british accent i replied that “i aint.”
just a tad flushed, blushed and a little pathetic.

Love!!!! the kind that makes magic.
that makes hard men cry
written by shakespear however tragic
that you cant fake but heck! you can try

that makes girls with black nailpolish sappy
and think about words that rhyme with love
though its lame shes happy to be happy
and the word jay sean uses is usually “above”

the man with the one syllable vocab
yet he writes better dance tracks
one day i ll be bling,slim and fab
till then i ll jsut avoid wearing tights and slacks.