Why Is It?

Why is it when you want something so badly that you ache so deeply that you wonder if you will survive?

Why is it that getting angry is such a good feeling some times? Yet sucks as an aftermath?

Why is it that my daughter feels she has an important duty to whine every single day and for hours at a time?

Why is it that I am still a tomboy but still hate and loathe, really, bugs of all kinds. This is one of my beefs with god...hahaa!

Why is it that when we have become the some thing that we've always wanted to be, and then find it is not all it is cracked up to be...and then still some how try to pretend to ourselves that we are enjoying it and that this is what we always wanted...so just suck it up? Why do we torture ourselves like this?

Why is it that humanity makes it so difficult to be TRULY authentic of a person, especially in terms of sharing one's rawest of emotions, one's rawest of stories that may show a dark side of you, or feel that we have to hide behind such facades in order to be considered 'okay' by what...society? EESH!

Why is it that I have found a place of escapism that makes me keep checking to see if others value me in some way or another?

Why is it that I always have these friggen deep and raw thoughts, and have to resort to writing in in a blog, and wondering if anyone is going to read it or even make a check mark or comment on any postings of mine?

Why is it that self deprecation is not considered a 12 step needed program?

Why is it that my dreams are always so vivid and realistic that I'd rather not sleep than to have to be frozen for those moments, but seem like hours of reality dreams. And then I'm exhausted the next morning?

Why is it that some parents can handle 'twins' and 'triplets' and others like me feel like I'm such a wimp - meaning that I don't take them to the park or swimming or to Chuck e. cheese by myself? I see other parents doing it...

Why is it that I have so many friggen questions that no one is going to answer, yet still feel like they need to be stated?

Why is it that I feel at a loss for when I most need them?

Why is it that others get great breaks and others don't?

Why is it that my son, nate, is the sweetest most lovable teddy bear yet has the patience the size of a mustard seed.

Why is it that matthew will never be ours forever?

Why is it that I am shoving, pushing, hitting, screaming, yelling, crying at/to god when things are good, yet I feel perpetually out of sync?

Why is it that I did get an amazing hubby, but still can be mad as hell at him from time to time?

Why is it that I wear my emotions on my sleeve and now my words and my world in both a virtual and a blogging world?

Why is it that being married is easy yet so silly yet so complicated?

Why is it that I/we can't live in a world that every one accepts everyone for who they are and not put limitations on someone's love for another?

Why is it that I am so damn liberal and yet I have chosen to live such a traditional lifestyle?

Why is it that some of these questions will not or just don't make sense?

Why is it that a new/continued Seinfeld isn't making me laugh heartily anymore?

Why is it that I am so short, yet not called a midget?

Why is it the term midget means midget?

Why is it that I am continuing to ask questions that make no more sense?

Why is it that I can't seem to stop typing these questions?

Why is it that...