1. Is the Bible really your favorite book, or is it just something enlightening and sometimes obligatory thing you have to read? I have to admit, when I was 13 and filling out Xanga entries on 100-things-about-me lists, I probably put that down as my favorite book at one point. It at least makes more sense to list an actual book in the Bible. Like Numbers.
2. I'm obsessed with emails and emailing. It's just so great. You can communicate-- long or short-- without having to talk on the phone or meet face-to-face. And what an amazement it is that you can have access to your email 24/7 (although I'm on 3G and it just BARELY does me any favors). Sure, some people suck at emails. They suck at checking, reading, responding, whatever. They don't know the etiquette, either (which I will write about later). But personally, it's my favorite form of communication with MOST people. Others are too frustrating to communicate via email, and you know what, those people will never reach their potential this way, UNLESS you decide to live the granola life. Then you are excused. But you must live like that holistically, and not only in the technology-ridden area of life. Otherwise it does not count and everyone will call you a poser.
3. Almost every day, I think about the defining characteristics of what is considered a friend. All I can conclude after years of thinking about this every day is that it is entirely subjective. Personally, the reason why I struggle with this concept on a daily basis is because I take the word very, very seriously. Where does that place all my "other" "friends"? Well, that's where I struggle. Is there a fine line between friends and people I don't care about? What about the people I do care about but don't care for as much as the people I truly value on that serious level I previously mentioned? And what about friendship hierarchies? Why do they have to exist, and why can't there be other names for them outside of the also-subjective best friend, friend, and acquaintance? After considering these questions, I pretty much end up accepting the fact that I am actually quite content with being a recluse. Although, I well acknowledge that it can be dangerous to be too alone in your thoughts.
