2007-09-12 14:26:31 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous in Arts & Humanities ➔ Philosophy
Sorry, rarity
2007-09-12 14:27:14 · update #1
If by rarity you mean our individuality, then for some it is. For in striving to be rare or an individual we end up copying others that we see. To be truly rare or an individual, we must understand ourselves completely and who can claim to have that much knowledge of themselves? Not I!!! Perhaps that is our goal at the end of our path through our lives. To completely and utterly understand ourselves....Would that be our paradise??? Is that the true secret of the divine?
2007-09-12 14:38:43 · answer #1 · answered by Praire Crone 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Hi,
My rarity is unique. There is only one me (some might say thank goodness!!!) It is my common practice to be me and I am different perhaps. I am a private person but more active socially now. Even so I have a strong need for my own space; people seem to respect this. I love to help other people and to be of service to the community. So when I mix socially I like to feel as if I'm doing something constructive rather than just partying for the sake of it. In fact I hate parties!
It is my common practice to be disciplined, responsible, conscientious, truthful, caring, sympathetic. loving, hard-working ..... Many people share these qualities too so although they make up my rarity, they aren't uncommon.
Polly
2007-09-13 04:49:26 · answer #2 · answered by pollyanna 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
The virtues of rarity can't be a common practice. For one to have a self-descriptive personality, rarity can't be copied.
2007-09-12 21:31:55 · answer #3 · answered by Guerrilla 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Anyone who 'practices' rarity becomes like others.
A skinhead may choose to be different than others. However, with many people wanting to be different, skinheads begin to resemble one another. That which was rare then becomes common.
2007-09-12 21:31:55 · answer #4 · answered by guru 7 · 2⤊ 0⤋
The rarity of that B.C. man that saved a twelve year old boy from the grip of a cougar with his own bare hands is actually quite common practice. [joke]
I HAVE A BIT OF A STORY O TELL MYSELF OF A SIMILAR NATURE:
I was out in the parking lot having a beer with our beloved superintendent, Casey. I tied my German Shepherd dog to the fence, but had extended her leash by tying some rope to the end of her leash, triple knotting it at the fence and on her leash. I tested the strength of the rope with my hands by pulling on it to see that it was strong enough not to break. She was then able to walk around on the grass but at the same time she was restrained. As me and Casey were talking...he was working on his new vehicle...my dog started to bark and as I turned to look at her , she was already on the run...I knew right away that she had seen another dog, To my amazement, she snapped the rope and was now running on the loose towards a dog...[my view of the other dog was blocked by the vehicle]...the first thought that came to my mind
was ''speed'' -I knew I needed speed to get to my dog before she got to the other dog - so I began to take chase after her and I instantly fell forward onto my hands and knees [I felt the pain in my knees right away, but I got back up in an instant because my main concern was for the other dog]...as I got to the sidewalk I had seen that Casey had got a hold of my dog and she had a large piece of white fluff in her mouth, Casey had grabbed my dog by the scruff of her neck and then got a hold of her harness and as he took her back to the parking lot
I freaked out because I saw the small fluffy white dog and the woman walking it...I bent down immediately and I asked the woman if her dog was bleeding and as we both checked it over for any bites. she told me no her dog was fine...I held her dog and started to cry, I was profusely upset...the woman was more calm than I was [I was willing to give her my name and number if she needed me to pay for any vet bills] but she smiled at me and said that her dog was
okay and then leisurely walked her dog up the sidewalk. When I got back to Casey, he was straddled over my dog and I smacked her butt and took her inside and sent her to her room. I got her when she was six years old and I have had her for five years...she JUST DOES NOT LIKE OTHER DOGS. I had to change my pants because it was ripped to shreds when I fell,,, then I came back out to Casey and showed him the blood on my knees and ankle. I thanked him profusely and told him that I didn't know how to repay him...he gave me a hug and said ''You don't need to repay me, that's what friends are for.''
2007-09-13 02:46:49 · answer #5 · answered by birdtennis 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I am definitely a rare person and it is common for everyone to be rare.
2007-09-12 22:56:23 · answer #6 · answered by Tigger 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Bla bla bla
Alb alb alb
Bal bal bal
Lab lab lab
Buffoonery boffoonery buffoonery
2007-09-12 23:16:46 · answer #7 · answered by Theron Q. Ramacharaka Panchadasi 4 · 0⤊ 2⤋
no it just came natural it's a gift that came with my spirit before I was born.
2007-09-12 21:31:06 · answer #8 · answered by @NGEL B@BY 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
No. I am one of a kind, through and through.
Many like me; few are like me.
2007-09-12 23:01:29 · answer #9 · answered by diannegoodwin@sbcglobal.net 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Yes, with those that I know. Hopefully, there are others.
2007-09-12 23:29:32 · answer #10 · answered by Marguerite 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋