Hannah has found a deep dissatisfaction with the comfortable and the known.

Is it naive?
Is it merely restlessness?
Is it rebellion against everything familiar?
Is it part of a search for something deeper, something stronger?

"How are you?"

I used to be annoyed with this question, just because it's usually asked in passing and not really considerately. I don't really mind now. What I do mind is my own response to it. Here are some of my recent responses to "How are you?"

It's sunny today! (=good)
It's cold and rainy. (=bad)
They have snickerdoodles! (=good)
I got two extra hours of sleep! (=good)
I'm so busy. (=bad)

Why have I decided that how I am doing is circumstantial? Why is my wellbeing dependent on my surroundings? Where is that peace that passes all understanding?

present

When you're a kid you want to grow up. When Peter was little he wanted to be a watermelon and a tiger. I honestly can't remember what I wanted to be. But something. I wanted to grow up so I could eat sweet cereal whenever I wanted.

And now I'm growing up and for some time I've wondered why I wanted this. Why did I want to enter the cares of life? Why not stay young and blissfully uninnocent?

But I've gotten to that stage again, where I want to move on, out of a dorm, into my own meals, my own schedule, my own life.

But why?

Why can't I learn to be content? Why this constant state of restlessness?

In Goethe's Faust, contentment is shamed and yearning for more is encouraged. But is there a virtue to being satisfied, to appreciating the here and now?

you know what?

All people are just people, you know.
They're like me, you, Aunt Sue, your neighbor, your favorite cousin, your best friend, your pa.
They don't bite, usually.

People are narcissistic, you know.
Once you let them go they'll talk of coffee, bad business, family, economy, dogs, cats, the weather.
And even if they smile politely and pull away, you know they want to divulge the things they like best about themselves.

I am always watching, you know.
Not in the creepy way that line suggested, not the stalker on facebook or outside your bedroom window.
But when I look at people, I am interested, I want to know.

But I am just too reticent, you know.
I know that once I crack the shell and put it in the pan I'll have a sizzling fried egg with salt and pepper and cheese on top.
But I just can't bring myself to break the egg.

Why am I so inhibited? Do you know?
If people are just people, and they want to talk about themselves, and I want to hear their narcissism, then why don't I do anything?
What's stopping me?

to all those who (don't) read this - A Question.

Any inventive uses for a single earring?

As far as post earrings go, I don't mind wearing just one (pretending I only have one second piercing), but what about the dangly type?

Google has proved sadly unresourceful in this area.

I wouldst appreciate thine help.