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Array ( [sid] => 139266 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => i get asked a lot of questions... [time] => 2007-12-19 00:59:45 [hometext] => [bodytext] => i get asked a lot of questions…

there was a time
when the only thing
i’d get asked
is
“do you want fries with that?”

but now,
i seem to get asked
for my opinion on things.

i don’t know
why that is,
and frankly,
i don’t like it.

i don’t really
care to share my opinions,

mostly because
i don’t think it matters.

i try to be polite,
but every now and then
i get a question that
sets me off…

something that
kinda brings out the
devil in me.

like today…
i get this e-mail
that asked:

“i’m a big fan of your books
and i’m also a philosophy major.
i’d be very interested
in hearing your opinion
on the difference between
believing
and knowing…”

it was just too easy.

i couldn’t resist.

i wrote back and said:

“dear sir;
i got your e-mail asking for my thoughts
on the difference
between believing
and knowing…

well,
honestly,
i believe i just don’t know.”

[comments] => 2 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 43 [informant] => JohnYamrus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

i get asked a lot of questions...

Contributed by JohnYamrus on Wednesday, 19th December 2007 @ 12:59:45 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

i get asked a lot of questions…

there was a time
when the only thing
i’d get asked
is
“do you want fries with that?”

but now,
i seem to get asked
for my opinion on things.

i don’t know
why that is,
and frankly,
i don’t like it.

i don’t really
care to share my opinions,

mostly because
i don’t think it matters.

i try to be polite,
but every now and then
i get a question that
sets me off…

something that
kinda brings out the
devil in me.

like today…
i get this e-mail
that asked:

“i’m a big fan of your books
and i’m also a philosophy major.
i’d be very interested
in hearing your opinion
on the difference between
believing
and knowing…”

it was just too easy.

i couldn’t resist.

i wrote back and said:

“dear sir;
i got your e-mail asking for my thoughts
on the difference
between believing
and knowing…

well,
honestly,
i believe i just don’t know.”

Copyright Â© JohnYamrus ... [ 2007-12-19 00:59:45]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: i get asked a lot of questions... (User Rating: 1 )
by enigma on Wednesday, 19th December 2007 @ 03:16:11 AM AEST
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JohnYamrus,

Very interesting. Such a world we live in! Very few believe in themselves much less know in themselves. They live in a world constructed by the opinions of others, and nothing could be less stable. That's what I think so I guess that's an opinion, which means I probably believe it and don't know it, I think! I better sit on this one a while.

ron...enigma

Re: i get asked a lot of questions... (User Rating: 1 )
by Sena on Thursday, 20th December 2007 @ 04:32:45 PM AEST
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I've read several of your poems; and must say that I enjoy them. Gotta love the endings. ;)

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