{February 14, 2011}   Question 4

What is the trait you most deplore in others?

Ignorance. Just not knowing the most simple things, and assuming things that aren’t true are. Refusing to find out more of the truth, refusing to admit that what they think is wrong.


{February 14, 2011}   Question 3

What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?

My indecision. It’s led to some things that I regret, and it keeps me from experiencing a lot of things. It gets in the way of doing…well everything.

{February 14, 2011}   Question 2

Well my plan was to write one answer a day, and as you can see I failed at keeping that goal, and that shouldn’t be any surprise. Anyways, onwards.

What is your greatest fear?
I have a lot of fears, and picking the greatest of them is a really hard thing to do. One of the greatest would be being forgotten. Completely and utterly forgotten, to the point that no one remembers me and I am completely alone, and nothing I do will have a lasting effect on anyone. That would probably be it.

{February 1, 2011}   Proust Questionnaire

My last post said, in a line, that I was having trouble finding myself, which brings me to this. The Proust Questionnaire. 35 questions that this man Marcel Proust beleived would reveal the person’s true nature.
I’ve been sitting on this questionnaire for quiet sometime, and I always thought I’d get to it soon, but for some reason I never did until now. I’ll try and answer one question everyday. Lets see if I can keep this goal.

The only thing I’m concerned about, I’ll answer with full honesty, is if my answers are those that I genuinley believe, or if they are things that I have been taught to say, that I have been told is right to say in that situation. I’ll try my best.

Question 1: What is your idea of perfect happiness?
The first question and already I’m lost. Perfect happiness…a lifetime that has small obstacles, ones that require thinking, and involvement, but always sort themselves out in time, in a short amount of time. Where sadness exists but in amounts such that it is easily wiped out, yet the memory of it lingers enough to make me appreciate the present. Perfect, there is no such thing, the idea of perfect happiness itself is scary. It’s a stupid question. I don’t think that I’ve felt happiness….maybe joy, excitement and contentment (this was a feeling that was really nice) but happiness is indescribable perhaps. I don’t know…. This is a ridiculous question. Unlimited pleasure tempered by limited pain, such that the pain increases the pleasure. That’s my idea. Fuck it, this is a ridiculous question

et cetera