That Question Post
The last blog I wrote, which posed a question that I wanted some people to answer, was very compelling. I hope more people answer it...it gave me a ton of things to think about. I will probably go back to that subject and address some of the individual answers later, but something occurred to me this morning.
I have so many questions in my head, and whenever I start running down the list of questions in my head, more questions pop up. Never any answers.
Concrete answers I mean.
All we really have are suppositions, best guesses and possibilities.
And more questions.
Always more questions.
It is now no surprise to me, thinking of it in those terms, that I am struggling SO hard, with managing my emotional state from day to day. It is easier to understand why so many of my SN Brothers and Sisters struggle so hard. We're all on the same mysterious island.
In fact...this may be THE KEY to finding some measure of peace within myself. Figuring out how to come to terms with all the questions that will never, ever, ever be answered.
Funny, because I began to think of LOST. It's a reflection of my mental state. Some questions answered. Answers lead to more questions. Some questions only half-answered. Some not at all. Interpretation plays a major role. Personal experience and perception affect your relationship with the show.
W-E-I-R-D. Especially since I am currently re-watching the series from the beginning and finding even MORE shit that I want freakin' answers to knowing all the while I won't get them and probably wouldn't feel satisfied with the show even if I did.
Double-edged swords. Are there any deadlier types?
As I run down that list of questions I have in my head about Bennett, I am fairly sure it would be VERY difficult to choose just one. As I am sure it was difficult for anyone responding to that Question Post in the Comments section. I also think, that if I choose ONE question to get answered my choice might be different from year to year. From month to month. From week to week. From day to day. From moment to moment.
Depending on what was going on. Depending on where my head was at.
I suspect the same is probably true of those who answered.
Anyway, a warm, gooey hug for all the people who took the time and of course, as always, thank you Asian PornBot for making your usual appearance. My how I love having to delete you every day. Ass.