Dear Sarah:

Sarah Writes:

Do you think people who commit suicide should be pitied? Do you consider them strong or weak people? 

Dear Sarah: Now that is a very interesting question. I do feel sorry for people who commit suicide. They have given up on the beauty of life. I don't think it's weakness. I don't really understand suicide myself, as there is nothing in this life that could make me want to give it up... Well... maybe I could understand it if someone lost a child. I don't think I could get over that myself. I don't understand it when people commit suicide over love or losing their job though. That just seems a really silly reason to give up. There is always a new day and new opportunities. I just love life too much to give it up, so... That not really an answer, I understand... but I don't really have an answer for that. I personally could not comprehend suicide, because I adore every moment on this earth. I life by the philosophy that every breath should be cherished, because you never know when it may be your last. Hope that helped in some way.




I am going to edit this post and add this here, as this was my inspiration for what I am about to say.


Thinking about the topic of suicide made me think about the reasons someone might kill themselves, and it lead me to the decision that people who kill themselves have lost their passion. Many people never find their passion in life. They muddle through just doing what they must to survive. While that is necessary, it is sad. Everyone has a secret passion. Something they love to do, should it be painting, creating or just listening to music, or making Lego towers. It doesn't matter what it is, but everyone has a secret passion. That makes me wonder why people no longer pursue their passions as a career? Maybe you won't get rich doing what you love... but there is a way to make just about anything profitable. I mean for fucks sake... there is someone out there who will buy any product. You just have to know how to market your project. Ok... maybe baby diapers with dildos printed on them would be a bad idea. If your passion is a BAD IDEA... maybe find a new one? For most of us, that is not the case though. Also... don't let anyone tell you that something can not be done, but because it hasn't been done yet. Never ever let someone else dictate your life to you. I believe there is such a mass of unhappy people, because we let other people decide how our lives will go. Take your life and live it. Find what makes you happy and do it. Squeeze every exquisite drop out of every day. It is hard to be happy, I know that. It takes a conscious effort. I am not trying to step on anyone's toes or anything with this last statement, so please don't scream at me about the big G man or whatever. No one knows for sure what happens when we die. Maybe we go to heaven, maybe we are reincarnated as a beetle, or maybe we just cease to be. Whatever the case, I'd rather live life as hard as I can and get as much enjoyment out of it as I can, while I can. One never knows what comes next... you should make what you have count.

Dear Sarah:

Sarah writes:


I seem to always have this argument with people about love and lust soo I was wondering what is your opinion again on differentiating between the two, love and lust...love and lustttt....is love lust? is lust love? *pulls her hair out*




Dear Sarah,


Ask one question, or a hundred. I don't mind answering them... that's why I am here. As for the question of love versus lust. Its not hard for me to answer that one, as I have thought about it for many years. I once thought that love was a passionate attraction to another person, so much so that you could not breathe without them. I don't think that way anymore. I now know that love is sacrificing your own needs for another, just so they will not go wanting. It is supporting them day in and day out, because their dreams are worth seeing through. It is about giving all of yourself, not just the best parts. Love is real, when you can be so angry at that special person that you feel like blasting off into space on sheer rage power, and still knowing that theirs is a face you want to see for the rest of your days. The key here, is that you must receive the same in return. It does happen. Lust, I now identify as that passionate embrace. You can't see your night ending without them... but its just as far as that. Love is easy... to a degree. It comes without your knowing, and it slips in so easily that you may not even realize its happening. But it also takes hard work. Its hard to mesh two completely different lives together, and one must allow for a degree of resistance. That's just my opinion. 

Dear Sarah:

Sarah:
Hi Miss Picket, what is your opinion on the difference between reality and a dream? =)




Dear Sarah,


Sorry for missing your question. I am a giant asshole about that sometimes. I have a bad habit  of only glossing over my page. Anyway, to answer your question... I thought about it for a long time, tossing around ideas like what happens if one believes dream to be reality, does it actually become real? Who knows? It might... However, no matter how many times I have closed my eyes and wished away bills, they still come... so probably not. Oh well, such is life. It, in my humble opinion, boils down to this... The true difference between dreams and reality is just a matter of motivation. If you dream something, it is up to you to make it true or not. Here is an example... two men dream of space travel. One has motivation, the other does not. One invents a rocket, the other sits on the couch, and watches the first launch into space. You can dream all you like, and you can waste your life doing it, if you do not have the motivation it takes. If you have vision, and motivation, you can do... and be anything. Anyone who ever became someone, did so by defying those around them who tried to hold him back. Also... same story for anyone who has tried something really stupid... so be careful your dream isn't one of those. Common sense still reigns supreme. So... hopefully you get my meaning in all that rambling. Remember folks... I am mostly talking out of my ass. 

Some Shit I Just thought of...

Since no one has posted a question in a while, I will share with you a random thought from my head.

Are a hunter, or are you the prey?

In the relationship game, you can be one of two things. You can be the hunter, or the prey. They do not mean what you think, so don't get offended already. Get your cursor away from the comment button and finish reading. It does not matter your sex, or your sex... because believe me... I am more hunter than prey in the sack. Ha! Anyway...

The Hunter: You take the bull by the horns, you go out and find. You don't always find what you want... no, but you do find. You have probably been in a bunch of very short term relationships. You have dated every person from too nice to too crazy. You can't just sit around and wait for Mr. or Ms. Right. You are going to be the one to track them down. Life is too short to wait. Besides... who really needs the 'right one'? You are doing just fine with your string of sexual relationships right? RIGHT? 

The Prey: You are shy. You've been hurt before. Its hard not to keep looking over your shoulder, waiting for the next shot to be fired. You most likely have only had a few relationships, mostly long term. You like the safety of monogamy. Its comfortable... like an old shoe. It may not be flashy, but damn it, you aren't going to get blisters. 

We are all something, and of course I am generalizing, but if you really think about it, what I am saying is true. I came to the realization that I am the prey. I don't like to make the first move, and its hard for me to open up. Blah blah blah... this is how my mind works. So... yea... until more questions are posted, I will be posting shit like this. Enjoy!