One of the most frustrating things about knowing most of the answers to the questions recycled in my head is the fact that I DO know, so I can no longer innocently ask them.

Questions like:

Can I eat this whole bag of chips and still feel okay?
Will watching Rosemary’s Baby have an effect on me?
I can just be friends with him, right?
Will my feet hurt if I don’t ever wear shoes?
I don’t need to leave a tip, do I?
Why can’t I just say whatever I’m thinking?
Why should I read the Bible?
What’s the point of existence?
Why am I so anxious/sad/mean?
Will I feel better about myself if I’m less selfish?
Where can I find hope?

…it’s the questions I have no answers to that I should be asking.

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