I am puzzled by many things in our world, like why men can go to war at 18, but not have a drink until they are 21, check into a hotel until 21 and aren’t a car until they are 25. That seems wrong… This doesn’t seem logical to me.
i’m puzzled about alot of things. my grandfather is dying and i dont know what to do. i havent spoken to him for months and now i have less then a month to reconcile all the things we’ve said to each other before he’s gone for good. the mother fucker is gonna write me out of his will because i’m not a catholic.
Why does stuff like this happen? I just don’t get it. I do well in life, I try my best at everything. I work hard, I earn a living and yet this all happens to me. I don’t understand, why do bad things happen to good people? Am I too confident to be considered “good”? Why?
a puzzle is very hard to do. some might be mind games while others are physical. so people think puzzles are very fun to do. others hate them a lot. survivor is a show that always has puzzles in it. so are mind while others are obstacle courses.
A monstrous arm fell from the heavens and landed on the horizon accompanied by a tremendous shaking of the ground. It’s fingers curled, the hand raised slightly, and the shaking grew worse. Suddenly, as if someone began to pull on the carpet you were standing on, the ground itself began to tremble and move. At once the grasses became sand and the trees became rocks, and the hand flew back into the sky. Where am I?
I am puzzled by the events of the past several days. Someone–or something, but I tend to think it’s a four-legged furry creature–has been removing the heads off of our tulips. Now, removing tulip heads is not a rare occurrence, as so many animals seem to find them tasty, but this particular set of removals is puzzling. Why, you ask? Well, because the heads were not eaten, but rather lain neatly on the ground beside the rest of the plant.
life just makes me so puzzled. i have a boyfriend and hes alwayss confusing me. he never wants to hang out or do anything outside of school. i wanna breakup with him when i see him in person, but when we text, i fall in love, alll overrr againn… :]
I am always puzzled about how you feel about me
Why is it so puzzling to me when you say I love you but I don’t feel it?
I know that if life were a puzzle we would never figure it out
But the only thing I am not puzzled about is the love I have for you.
great. being puzzled? story of my life. POS right now, so I cant explain puzzled. but ya know..The time seems to go slower when I have nothing to say. hmm. :/
well. clarity i guess?
I walked around the street corner and I saw a different town, a different street, no longer my home but some distant European maze. The signs weren’t in English. They weren’t in any language I knew. I turned around and my home was gone, the path now a courtyard where stands were set up in rows, selling goods. What? I thought to myself, puzzled….
the strangeness of this world leaves me puzzled, because now i am in contemplation as to what to do about the problems. The strangeness is not the problem, but the fact that the world is so destructive, yet beautiful at the same time. i am puzzled as to how to make this world a home for me and you.
when i was little i would be so great at puzzles. my mom used to buy me the crazy ones and watch me do it while she worked. but that doesnt even make sense…puzzled and puzzles…how does that connect? where does the word puzzled even come from, who knows?! damn
I wasn’t even sure what time of the night it was. Or was it already day time? I couldn’t look straight or left or right, there was too much night in my veins. I kept walking towards whatever I thought was forward. Catch up with me, world! I shouted out to nobody. I just wanted to shout and shout and shout. No one would hear me. It was delicious.
something thats not fit together. confused. things in pieces, things that don’t work, but if fit together correctly, they turn into something beautiful. lakes, bridges, oceans, pretty scenes. puzzles.
I’m puzzled. Over many things, but mostly over you. You’re so puzzling, everything from your eyes, your smile, your voice, to the way you make me feel just by acknowledging my presence. I’m puzzled over the way I still feel about you, even though I know there’s no hope, there’s no escape for me. It kills me.
I am puzzled by nearly everything these days. The sun seems to come up and go down at the wrong times. Making dinner becomes such a difficult task that some nights I simply skip it. And I don’t know what is happening to me.
I am confused. At first I thought that this word was not correct, but then I saw that it was. I fit together the pieces and clues from the instructions just like a puzzle, to figure things out. My darling, you confuse me so, why is that? Its a game to write for one minute.
Again we come back to this, I thought that I had answered your questions before!
There is nothing that can be done about this situation, so I’m afraid that you need to make your peace and get on with your life. Holding grudges like this is hardly good for your health, and you can’t expect to be promoted if you hold on to that horrible attitude of yours.
I seem to spend a lot of my days puzzled. But that’s ok isn’t it? Perhaps it is best to have an inquisitve mind – as this leads to solutions. I have always been a little impatient when tackling an actual jigsaw puzzle – or scrabble. They leave me puzzled.
How I feel when I wake up and don’t know where I am. I don’t remember how I got here from there. When I slowly come awake I realize that I am now free from a horrible relationship that left me feeling helpless and alone. When I reach out and see my dogs beside me I no longer am trapped in the past. I am here and free.
I have no clue about anything in the world … nothing is said or done in the right way. Nobody can get anything right about everything that is wrong in the world and they just blame everyone else. This truly leaves me in a puzzled state of mind.
There are intricate labyrinthine passages to this word. Pieces won’t fit together, squares refuse to become circles. We’re all to stubborn to cohabitate. All we breed is discontent, ridicule, shame.
i am puzzles as to what to write about. i dont think ive actually completed a puzzle since i was like 7. i wonder if i could make a puzzle. i wonder how hard that would be? i wonder if you can write a puzzle? i wonder if puzzles can save lives? can i save lives with a puzzle? can i write about saving lives while making a puzzle?
Scruff Man and I stood at the mouth of the labyrinth. I was puzzled as to what I was doing here – especially here with him. But what the hell? If this was supposed to help us solve the biggest puzzles of our lives, maybe the meandering would lead us into some kind of ‘right direction.’
I was puzzled by the hard lines in the letters, the angular strokes, the harsh tone. The way the ink blotted at the tips of the words, as if he could not bring his hand to lift and start another thought. He always returned to the same plea.
“But I love you.”
Puzzled? So am I. About what you may ask, about everything.
I sometimes feel like I’m losing my mind due to lack of knowledge about why I am here and what I am doing here.
all in all i suppose you could say puzzled sums up life for me. for most of us.
it’s ok
id rather be puzzled
than “down to earth” – how is that a compliment anyways?
I’m puzzled about what to write about. This word could be so emotional– every time I get dumped, I’m puzzled as to why? not quite. I think too much to ever really be puzzled. I always have too many solutions, it could be this or that or this or that or anything. Puzzled indicates some lack, but i guess not. A jigsaw puzzle just means all the pieces need to be put together. Hmm.
I am puzzled about how to get my ideas on paper. I try so hard to think of how I want my ideas to come out but I never seem to get everything down. Sometimes I think writing is not for me anymore! But I will not quit!
I am. always. there is never more than one way to go and I try to think of them all but that’s impossible of course so I end up getting tangled in all of my thoughts alone in my apartment which eventually becomes a big mess to reflect my mental state and then I don’t know how to clean up.
The page before me lies blank. Words spiral through my head, endless and beautiful in a rising tide of creativity and imagination. Ideas swell, and receed; trapped against the tide of the moon. Why can I not write? I am puzzled… Words used to flow so freely from my hands, from my fingers. Now… They rise, hover on the edges of my perception, and drift away..
I am, I have been, I will be, I will always be, I always have been, and I always am puzzled, at every moment in time. Because there is too much to comprehend, to much for anyone to want to comprehend. But there is no reason to want to comprehend; life is transient, why waste one’s time here trying to figure out what there is after it, when whatever it is – there is nothing – is irrelevant while one is here?
This is what I feel when you don’t call. And you haven’t – not for at least a week or so. Not since Wednesday, I think. No, earlier…it bothers me. What are you doing? Am I not as important as I was before? Do you not want me anymore? I’m sure you’re loads busier than I am right now. I know you’re probably out today – it’s Easter. Some days have excuses and some don’t but do you have one for ever minute you aren’t around? It bothers me.
pieces coming together forming the world. Falling apart at times losing a few.. putting the wrong pieces togeter by force some never finding their right place.
I am puzzled by many things in our world, like why men can go to war at 18, but not have a drink until they are 21, check into a hotel until 21 and aren’t a car until they are 25. That seems wrong… This doesn’t seem logical to me.
i’m puzzled about alot of things. my grandfather is dying and i dont know what to do. i havent spoken to him for months and now i have less then a month to reconcile all the things we’ve said to each other before he’s gone for good. the mother fucker is gonna write me out of his will because i’m not a catholic.
Why does stuff like this happen? I just don’t get it. I do well in life, I try my best at everything. I work hard, I earn a living and yet this all happens to me. I don’t understand, why do bad things happen to good people? Am I too confident to be considered “good”? Why?
a puzzle is very hard to do. some might be mind games while others are physical. so people think puzzles are very fun to do. others hate them a lot. survivor is a show that always has puzzles in it. so are mind while others are obstacle courses.
A monstrous arm fell from the heavens and landed on the horizon accompanied by a tremendous shaking of the ground. It’s fingers curled, the hand raised slightly, and the shaking grew worse. Suddenly, as if someone began to pull on the carpet you were standing on, the ground itself began to tremble and move. At once the grasses became sand and the trees became rocks, and the hand flew back into the sky. Where am I?
I am puzzled by the events of the past several days. Someone–or something, but I tend to think it’s a four-legged furry creature–has been removing the heads off of our tulips. Now, removing tulip heads is not a rare occurrence, as so many animals seem to find them tasty, but this particular set of removals is puzzling. Why, you ask? Well, because the heads were not eaten, but rather lain neatly on the ground beside the rest of the plant.
life just makes me so puzzled. i have a boyfriend and hes alwayss confusing me. he never wants to hang out or do anything outside of school. i wanna breakup with him when i see him in person, but when we text, i fall in love, alll overrr againn… :]
I am always puzzled about how you feel about me
Why is it so puzzling to me when you say I love you but I don’t feel it?
I know that if life were a puzzle we would never figure it out
But the only thing I am not puzzled about is the love I have for you.
great. being puzzled? story of my life. POS right now, so I cant explain puzzled. but ya know..The time seems to go slower when I have nothing to say. hmm. :/
well. clarity i guess?
I walked around the street corner and I saw a different town, a different street, no longer my home but some distant European maze. The signs weren’t in English. They weren’t in any language I knew. I turned around and my home was gone, the path now a courtyard where stands were set up in rows, selling goods. What? I thought to myself, puzzled….
the strangeness of this world leaves me puzzled, because now i am in contemplation as to what to do about the problems. The strangeness is not the problem, but the fact that the world is so destructive, yet beautiful at the same time. i am puzzled as to how to make this world a home for me and you.
when i was little i would be so great at puzzles. my mom used to buy me the crazy ones and watch me do it while she worked. but that doesnt even make sense…puzzled and puzzles…how does that connect? where does the word puzzled even come from, who knows?! damn
imagine not knowing what there is to do. not knowing how to react. Perhaps fear sets in. Puzzlement leads to anxiety.
“I don’t understand. How can you stand there and say this has nothing to do with me?”
“I’m sorry, Ben; It’s not yours. That’s how. I’m so sorry.”
So there he stood, not knowing where to go. Puzzled. Puzzled. Right? Left? Should I stay or should I go?
Sex Pistols Anarchy in the UK, it’s coming some time and may be. . . The puzzle ate the cat. Russia! :D
I wasn’t even sure what time of the night it was. Or was it already day time? I couldn’t look straight or left or right, there was too much night in my veins. I kept walking towards whatever I thought was forward. Catch up with me, world! I shouted out to nobody. I just wanted to shout and shout and shout. No one would hear me. It was delicious.
something thats not fit together. confused. things in pieces, things that don’t work, but if fit together correctly, they turn into something beautiful. lakes, bridges, oceans, pretty scenes. puzzles.
I’m puzzled. Over many things, but mostly over you. You’re so puzzling, everything from your eyes, your smile, your voice, to the way you make me feel just by acknowledging my presence. I’m puzzled over the way I still feel about you, even though I know there’s no hope, there’s no escape for me. It kills me.
I love you.
I am puzzled by nearly everything these days. The sun seems to come up and go down at the wrong times. Making dinner becomes such a difficult task that some nights I simply skip it. And I don’t know what is happening to me.
I am confused. At first I thought that this word was not correct, but then I saw that it was. I fit together the pieces and clues from the instructions just like a puzzle, to figure things out. My darling, you confuse me so, why is that? Its a game to write for one minute.
Again we come back to this, I thought that I had answered your questions before!
There is nothing that can be done about this situation, so I’m afraid that you need to make your peace and get on with your life. Holding grudges like this is hardly good for your health, and you can’t expect to be promoted if you hold on to that horrible attitude of yours.
Are we finished here? You can go.
I seem to spend a lot of my days puzzled. But that’s ok isn’t it? Perhaps it is best to have an inquisitve mind – as this leads to solutions. I have always been a little impatient when tackling an actual jigsaw puzzle – or scrabble. They leave me puzzled.
I’m puzzled by this.
All my life in the baskets has led me to believe certain things. Certain, unalienable, certain things.
Now I find that things are far from being so simple.
Now I find that, the faces are different. Much like the ones I once knew, but now older.
The buildings decrepit.
And that I, too, am older.
And that I, too, have died.
How I feel when I wake up and don’t know where I am. I don’t remember how I got here from there. When I slowly come awake I realize that I am now free from a horrible relationship that left me feeling helpless and alone. When I reach out and see my dogs beside me I no longer am trapped in the past. I am here and free.
I have no clue about anything in the world … nothing is said or done in the right way. Nobody can get anything right about everything that is wrong in the world and they just blame everyone else. This truly leaves me in a puzzled state of mind.
There are intricate labyrinthine passages to this word. Pieces won’t fit together, squares refuse to become circles. We’re all to stubborn to cohabitate. All we breed is discontent, ridicule, shame.
i am puzzles as to what to write about. i dont think ive actually completed a puzzle since i was like 7. i wonder if i could make a puzzle. i wonder how hard that would be? i wonder if you can write a puzzle? i wonder if puzzles can save lives? can i save lives with a puzzle? can i write about saving lives while making a puzzle?
As soon as Dave woke up he wanted to fall back asleep and get back to the dream he was having.” He was puzzled.
When was the last time you wanted to have the same dream?
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Scruff Man and I stood at the mouth of the labyrinth. I was puzzled as to what I was doing here – especially here with him. But what the hell? If this was supposed to help us solve the biggest puzzles of our lives, maybe the meandering would lead us into some kind of ‘right direction.’
I was puzzled by the hard lines in the letters, the angular strokes, the harsh tone. The way the ink blotted at the tips of the words, as if he could not bring his hand to lift and start another thought. He always returned to the same plea.
“But I love you.”
Puzzled? So am I. About what you may ask, about everything.
I sometimes feel like I’m losing my mind due to lack of knowledge about why I am here and what I am doing here.
all in all i suppose you could say puzzled sums up life for me. for most of us.
it’s ok
id rather be puzzled
than “down to earth” – how is that a compliment anyways?
I’m puzzled about what to write about. This word could be so emotional– every time I get dumped, I’m puzzled as to why? not quite. I think too much to ever really be puzzled. I always have too many solutions, it could be this or that or this or that or anything. Puzzled indicates some lack, but i guess not. A jigsaw puzzle just means all the pieces need to be put together. Hmm.
I am puzzled about how to get my ideas on paper. I try so hard to think of how I want my ideas to come out but I never seem to get everything down. Sometimes I think writing is not for me anymore! But I will not quit!
I am. always. there is never more than one way to go and I try to think of them all but that’s impossible of course so I end up getting tangled in all of my thoughts alone in my apartment which eventually becomes a big mess to reflect my mental state and then I don’t know how to clean up.
The page before me lies blank. Words spiral through my head, endless and beautiful in a rising tide of creativity and imagination. Ideas swell, and receed; trapped against the tide of the moon. Why can I not write? I am puzzled… Words used to flow so freely from my hands, from my fingers. Now… They rise, hover on the edges of my perception, and drift away..
kathleen ‘x’-ed out of,’the second book of drew’,by the prophet ‘c’.
“this book puzzles me.what does the second book have to do with the first? “
I am, I have been, I will be, I will always be, I always have been, and I always am puzzled, at every moment in time. Because there is too much to comprehend, to much for anyone to want to comprehend. But there is no reason to want to comprehend; life is transient, why waste one’s time here trying to figure out what there is after it, when whatever it is – there is nothing – is irrelevant while one is here?
This is what I feel when you don’t call. And you haven’t – not for at least a week or so. Not since Wednesday, I think. No, earlier…it bothers me. What are you doing? Am I not as important as I was before? Do you not want me anymore? I’m sure you’re loads busier than I am right now. I know you’re probably out today – it’s Easter. Some days have excuses and some don’t but do you have one for ever minute you aren’t around? It bothers me.
puzzled is what I am when I view the way people mess up their lives by uninformed hasty decisions
pieces coming together forming the world. Falling apart at times losing a few.. putting the wrong pieces togeter by force some never finding their right place.