People. We’re something, huh? We’re born, live a “life” and then die. Where we go after we die isn’t certain. Many people believe in different things. Despite growing up in church, I’ve not made my mind up yet about the after life. But this isn’t a thread about religion. Just about being a human being.

We have hopes and dreams, opinions on how the country should be run, we have different tastes in music and television. We have fears and lusts, oh yeah and love too. ;)

How different are we from animals really? I mean we wear clothes, and have lots of stress, not to mention vocal chords.

Do you believe everyone has some amount of evil in them? Even if it’s only 1%.

We have to eat and drink to stay alive, along with breath. We go to the bathroom. We throw up. We have sex both for fun and to create another life. Sometimes we can have sex for fun and have it result in another life being created.

Two people fall in love and decide to spend their lives together and get married. Some make it for the long hall and others bail out at the first little bump in the road.

Some people are super sensitive about certain issues, while others aren’t bothered by it.

We can’t help who we’re attracted to. And yet if an adult is attracted to a minor, it’s wrong and if they act on it (and get caught) they go to jail. Some people are attracted to a member of the same sex. That outrages some people, while others are cool with it.

I’m still embarrassed to buy toilet paper. I mean, I don’t want people thinking I don’t use it, but I just don’t like people knowing that I buy either. Maybe because I figure they’re picturing me using it or something.

We can be willing to give our life for someone we love, even if they only want to be friends. On the same topic, we could be willing to do ANYTHING to get a person to fall in love with us but it’s never that easy. Nothing you’re willing to do will matter if they don’t have the same feelings for you. That’s negative, I know. But this is me, after all.

Clothes, funny huh? All the different styles of clothes we wear and then years later we look back and laugh at how we looked. Yet at the time, we liked it. And why are people such prudes about nudity? Why is it illegal to walk around outside naked?

I’m sure I’ve brought up at least one point we could discuss.

every time i have to buy "feminine products" for my wife at the grocery store, i feel compelled to explain to the cashier and anyone within earshot that THEY ARE NOT FOR ME - I AM BUYING THEM FOR MY WIFE.

every time i have to buy "feminine products" for my wife at the grocery store, i feel compelled to explain to the cashier and anyone within earshot that THEY ARE NOT FOR ME - I AM BUYING THEM FOR MY WIFE.


LOL - which I've never understood. OF COURSE you're buying them for your wife or girlfriend! Do you really think we think you're getting them for yourself?! :lol: I think it's a "given" here Roby! (and btw, if anything, it endears you to us even more - we're thinking "aww, isn't that nice, he's picking her up her shovies")

It's when you're buying crab or jock itch lotion that we're snickering to ourselves! ;)

When I buy my TV shows on DVD, I go up to the counter and I always hope the cashier is going to comment on the shows I bought. Once in a while they do. Once, I bought "Monk" and the cashier was like "I love Monk". I was relieved and said "I love it too!" lol

I also feel the need to explain myself at work. Even though on 3rd shift I don't have any bosses (who are actually there at night). My co-workers are like "I don't care what you do." But I just say "Okay... so anyways, what I'm doing is..."

I also have this weird thing where I don't like people to see me mad. So I'm always acting cool (un-mad) about everything. Or I'll act comically mad to cover my real anger.

I've gotten to the point where I don't show real emotion. I always have to fake it so the person doesn't think I'm being rude. So I hate it when people tell me bad news, because I have to know how to react. It should come without thought, but for me, it doesn't. I also don't laugh a lot. So when people tell me jokes, I have to fake laugh and I'm not that good at fake laughing. But I try my best to make the person think they told a funny joke.

Another statement about the fake laughing at people's jokes. It's the worst when they're telling me a joke from a show or movie. Especially one guy at work, who tells the story real slow. So I have to stand there, trying to act interested in what he's saying and waiting for the punch line so I can fake laugh and get the heck out of there. :lol:

Life sucks.

'nuff said!

Life is good if you can afford it.

Life is what you make it. At the same time, there are a lot of variables that
we have little or no control over (the weather, employment, illness, death,
accidents, the economy, etc.). The bottom line is: we're all in the same
boat and the best thing to do is to not make too many waves. Why we are
here (and where we are going when we get to the end of this journey) I
leave to the philosophers and the theologians. Live and let live. I'm sure
we are all here for a reason. Sometimes it may be just to console each
other.:wave:

I'm not human i'm a monkey.

I reject your reality and substitute my own! :snob: ;)

I think it's interesting how humans live roughly 75-80 years (on average) and yet some species of animals (the sea otter for instance) only live about 16 years. There was a sea otter at the Seattle Aquarium who was 16 and was considered really old. Then again, giant turtles live to be around 150. That's amazing.

I have to say though, if there is one thing I am afraid of, it's death. My own or my loved ones. Sometimes it has become an obsession with me (worrying about death, that is), and that in itself worries me some.

Andrea

I think it's interesting how humans live roughly 75-80 years (on average) and yet some species of animals (the sea otter for instance) only live about 16 years. There was a sea otter at the Seattle Aquarium who was 16 and was considered really old. Then again, giant turtles live to be around 150. That's amazing.

I have to say though, if there is one thing I am afraid of, it's death. My own or my loved ones. Sometimes it has become an obsession with me (worrying about death, that is), and that in itself worries me some.

Andrea

I can totally relate. The older I get, the more I think about my own mortality.
I will be 62 this month. But last year, I lost a dear friend; and she was only
40. So, we don't know how much time we have. The best we can do is
make the most of every day and just take one day at a time. Instead of
complaining about stuff (usually petty stuff). we should all count our
blessings.

I live in a world of puppets where, thankfully, they've all learned to control their own strings. I'm just thankful for the actual puppets who taught them how.

Excellent points, Adam :D I have no problem buying toilet paper though.