Just Another Question

You're the shining star among your friends. I ask "are you that shiny or are all your friends full?"

Your shoulder is getting weary because it's always being leaned on by people around you. "are you that strong or are people around you weaklings?"

"Are you really beautiful or are friends trying to patronise you by telling you that you are?"

You may have refused to put it into consideration but my question is, "are you really important to your partner or are your merely being tolerated in your relationship?"

"Do you believe that it's your intelligence that's propelling you forward or are those around you dim-witted ?"

From what you've lived your life and contributed to the world around you, "do you think you deserve being alive or better off dead?"

If you are 30 years and have probably spent about 30 minutes everyday on make up. Assuming 30 minutes everyday comes to 5 years (do the calculation as there is no love lost between me and maths) "do you think those 5 years you spent making up are in vain?"

Thoughts

I know i've been MIA a lot lately and i'm really sorry about that. It wasn't intentional and for the fact that you guys know that i love my blog family a lot, you will forgive me. And that leaves me with Afrobabe. She wants a sultry story and tried as i could, i couldn't put up one. Each time i tried, it's always one of my experiences and i would back off because i hate the idea of kissing and telling. Bless me if i could write fictitiously like some talented bloggers. It's not that i'm looking for an excuse not to write one but. . . I know that Afrobabe is understanding. I hope i'm not the only one who wonders what she actually looks like. My imagination fails me here. Aloted gives me the impression of brillance from within. Some others are not left out but Afrobabe eludes me. Did i miss much on blogsville?