God Hates FAQs

God Hates FAQs. I saw this comment on Tumblr earlier and it made me chuckle.

FAQ = Frequently Asked Questions.

 

I’ve been doing a lot of questioning since New Year (as many do).

Not many of the questions are good ones and often diving off the cliff into a sea of mindless illogic.

 

Do I have a Narcissistic Personality Disorder?

(From above) Why do I dislike myself?

How much do I care about the people around me?

Will I ever accept the colour of my skin or are the grooves of the implied and overt racism from my youth grained too deep?

Is self contemplation a neurotic obsession or a necessary path to growth?

Why did I eat sausages today when I’m (a.) on a diet and (b) still suffering a stomach upset?

 

All these questions and more are, perhaps, a waste of time.

And my progress as a rational whole human is agonisingly slow – too slow for a man with grey in his beard.

 

Should I shave my beard before I attend my friends birthday party tomorrow?

 

Done