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Noodles: Just, noodles.

I realized on Thursday that I have no idea who I am.  It was very disconcerting, particularly as it happened moments after I’d stood up suddenly, not realizing there was a heavy plank shelf directly over my head.  It was also after two or three hours of inhaling the stale remnants of ten years of uninhibited mouse parties, and an entire bottle of environmentally caring cleaning fluid.  Anyway, this isn’t exactly humorous (unless you get a kick out of existential crises), but it made me wonder if anyone else feels the same way.  So, readers, tell me this - do you feel as if you know who you are?  Or are you just pretending to know?  Or are you, at this moment, simultaneously reading this on your phone and telling a complete stranger all the ways that you feel isolated from the rest of the human race?  Let me know.  “I” am interested in your answer.  








PS Anticipating zero comments, because the majority of my readership is too intellectual to stoop to the paltry practice of blog-commentating, let me clarify that, if no one answers my question, it can definitely be taken as rhetorical.  

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  1. Annette FischerJuly 2, 2019 at 7:32 PM

    I personally do NOT feel that I know WHAT I am doing. However, I DO know who I am in CHRIST, and if you ask me, if my opinion is of any value at all, I say that's all that truly matters. Feeling lost in the world could even be, dare I say, a good thing, because there is somewhere else that is truly home. And, yes, I believe it is well worth it to "stoop to" blog commentary. What is writing if not conversational?

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  2. The Lasagna July 7, 2019 at 2:48 PM

    Thanks for stooping. I appreciate stooping and do it myself regularly, though it’s usually because I dropped something.
    Seriously though, thanks for reading and I appreciate your comment a whole bunch! :)

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  3. UnknownJuly 9, 2019 at 9:29 PM

    I think I know who I am! There are moments, though, when I’m not sure I do, and other moments when I’m sure I do not. Those moments are usually an indication to me that I need to spend some time investigating where my identity comes from. And sometimes they’re just moments of pure human existence as we all know it and nothing more.

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