... yet I'm choking myself.
I wonder if really feminine boutique stores would hire me. Like, 'Peter Alexander'? I wonder if I do get hired, will I become super girly like the store is? :P
I wonder if this 'recession' will mean that I won't get hired next year?
Would I opt to suffer in pain and die if I ever get cancer or will I go through the usual chemotherapy? On the basis that the cancer cells have spread and/or is quite big.
Will I actually be afraid when staring in the face of death or will I be just as calm about as I am now?
This natural balance of life... I believe in it yet I don't understand it. If we were meant to die some time- why did God give us enough brains to slow down/quicken (pollution and all) the process?
One's death doesn't bring joy to anyone in the world but does it bring relief to the one who had to suffer before dying?
When will the end justify the means?
When will one cease to believe?