Pondering Thread

ABSTRUSE said:
A mix of both really.

I think for me when dreams get that way, at least persistently, I sit very still. Time to let the waters clear. Try to make out what I'm trying to say to myself.

It's like a horror movie, if people stopped screaming and running away from the ghosts, you know, they could sit down in peace and tell you stuff, not have to break things or kill people.

Yup, it's just like that. *nods*
 
Why he has to do something this weekend to make it hurt so damn bad.
 
Ok so following Abs' rant- which i think was called for- and i would have had one, but im not nearly as eloquent, i have a 'ponderance'...

I wonder when being mildly irritating and slightly rude about a topic/ person/ people/ situation whatever, crosses the line to offensive and insulting?

Who's 'role' is it to call a person up on this misdemeanor?

And, does everyone universally (or within the addressed community) agree that a line was crossed? if not then why not?

~~just thinking i guess, and its apt with regards to recent events.~~
 
Fallenfromgrace said:
Ok so following Abs' rant- which i think was called for- and i would have had one, but im not nearly as eloquent, i have a 'ponderance'...

I wonder when being mildly irritating and slightly rude about a topic/ person/ people/ situation whatever, crosses the line to offensive and insulting?

Who's 'role' is it to call a person up on this misdemeanor?

And, does everyone universally (or within the addressed community) agree that a line was crossed? if not then why not?

~~just thinking i guess, and its apt with regards to recent events.~~

Rude is always up to the person's interpretation.

I'm more than mildly irritating or slightly rude. I excel at both. However, I'm honest usually. If I am going to choose to not be honest, I'll probably not say much, or deflect the question, which I consider to be less of a crime in the end than being considered rude. Being ineffectual or being too scared to say anything are worse crimes.

My dad gave me a piece of advice I try to take but don't always. "In your life you will be given the opportunity to keep your mouth shut. Take advantage of all of them."

However, I did discover that when I want to be quiet and not discuss something I feel strongly about, it's usually because I don't care about the person's opinion or subject or consequences. So paradoxically, the people I care about get the roughest edge of my tongue often because they're there for my passions. They can also get the velvety edge, though. Hopefully it works out.

Silence from me usually is a bad sign.

I can be diplomatic, but it takes longer.
 
Today, I am pondering trust. In particular, I am pondering how, when we trust someone, we are not only trusting them, but--by extension--we are also trusting everyone they trust.

That scares me.

A lot.
 
impressive said:
Today, I am pondering trust. In particular, I am pondering how, when we trust someone, we are not only trusting them, but--by extension--we are also trusting everyone they trust.

That scares me.

A lot.
That is a major ponder. :rose:
 
I've been thinking about sperm and eggs, how they're the most important parts of us as far as nature's concerned, and all we are is the delivery system. Our brains, our eyes, our arms and legs, all that stuff is just a way for delivering those sperm and eggs to the right place and making copies of ourselves. We walk around and fret and worry and fight wars and invent airplanes and cable television systems and hip hop music and lawn furniture and ziploc bags and all the time it's all about nothing more than getting sperm together with eggs.

We lie around after making love and thing about our lovers and guilt and basketball games and meanwhile on some entirely different level of consciousness sperm is meeting egg in the darkness of thrashing womb and piercing it and DNA is uncoiling and coiling in blind intracellular fluids creating new life in an astonishing miracle more intimate than any kind of love or sex can ever be - the same bloind cosmic force that drives the planets and makes the stars shine, going right down inside us in our balls and ovaries, totally unknown to us - we're staring at the ceiling scratching our bellies and wondering whether there's any ice cream left downstairs.

Nature doesn't care about our brains. Nature cares only about our gametes.
 
I'm pondering if a girl would have sex with a guy after she bawled on his shoulder about the stuff she went through....

(part of my story I'm working on)

;)
 
You, a megaphone, and one big void.

Sometimes it's really freeing to feel like you're speaking (or writing or yelling) into a void.
There's not a whole lot of expectation from anyone since you're operating on the assumption that no one is receiving what you're saying.
And not even much expectation from yourself.
Just you, out there.
 
I was reminded of this yesterday.

I try to find something beautiful each day and I thought I had stopped doing that, but I realized I still did.
I look at the sky everyday, I'm a sky watcher. It grounds me. It never fails that if I can't find the color that makes my day beautiful, I can always depend on the sky...day or night.

Its changeable Art.
 
I am pondering why when I try so hard I keep getting shit thrown at Me.....maybe if I don't try it will just go right then.
 
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