problem. something one needs to struggle with. struggle. punishment. why me? there seems to be a dilemma. i don’t know why i should deal with it. you can simply walk away. just run away. there is no dilemma. there is no punishment. what did i do?
There’s this dilemma in my mind:
I wonder what to do with time.
it falls as frail snowflakes in a winter storm.
and dies as quickly as a neatly squashed worm.
it eats at the day as gluttonous pig.
and wiggles his finger like a snobby-nosed prig.
each second passes and falls to the past.
and each and every moment may just be the last.
I have a dilemma. I don’t know what it is, because it comes to me in my dreams, but I know that it has the power to change the course of my life forever. I know that this dilemma, whatever it may be, will change me in a permanent way, and for that, I don’t know if I should be petrified or excited. I settle on nervous.
A dilemma can be anything that makes you question your gut. And it usually sparked when the conscience, the benevolence of another, and your own good interests mix. Weighing the benefits vs. the negatives is the most important aspect although sometimes one’s own morality will take over and decide the best route despite the given positives/negatives.
My current dilemma concerns love. Most people’s do, but aren’t we all caught up most in our own dilemmas? I love this boy, my best friend in fact, and he doesn’t much care for me. Or he does and just isn’t willing to admit it. I need to find a way to get over him, but that doesn’t seem possible.
Sometimes you are in a dilemma. Right now my dilemma is that I’m crazy about three different boys and don’t know which to date. There is something I love or need or want about all of them, but which do I choose? I wish there weren’t so many boys in the world. So many amazing boys in the world.
if only the time were right to make the choice she could take that leap but all the signs, ever portent available to her, all her intuition, senses and knowledge tangled itself into a hairball no kitten could help but cough up onto the linoleum floor of her life.
I didn’t know if I wanted to do this. Sixty seconds is a long time. to write about just ONE word. is there enough context to ramble with just a syllable or two? why do we think the goal is to type as much as possible – it’s quality not quantity. it’s a dilemma, trying to make up your mind sometimes when neither outcome is desirable, or particularly pleasing.
problems, problems, problems. she had a dilemma, always, her life, a constant dilemma. no matter which way she turned, there she faced another problem, a dissatisfaction.
What kind of world would we live in if we didn’t have dilemmas? They cause us to question, they cause us to argue, they cause us to think, feel but most importantly, they cause us to act.
the delimma of my life is that i was wrong so that i had no one to blame my miseries on, everything was too perfect to moan over. Too sweet to cry for , too lame to lament over
Dilemma is the name of one of Nelly’s first hit. we are often faced with dilemmas left and right. most of the time we know what to do, but we stand there frozen, with fear or whatever, not making the choice we know we ought to make. next time you’re faced with one, just go for it. pick an option and stick with it. see what happens.
something in the way. something that halts what you are doing because it is in the way. this is a dilemma because i already did this one but i wasn’t signed in, so its a dilemma i cant go on. even though ive already done this one.lol
troubles on the sides and im inthe middle. No way to turn, I just move forward. Using the know how I’ve acrued, I lean toward my “right,” as I continue on my path. Can’t please everyone, so I’ll stick to what’s right for me.
almost thought it said diarrhea
but now i think whoa what a dilemma this is razy weird bad idk a pickle that one would be in
baby mama dramama its weird to think
It was a hard decision. Would he remember how his wife had ruined his life and try to disarm her before she go to him? Or would he attempt to leave the house and call the police? She had already been arrested for numerous crimes in the past. It was his last chance to leave the house.
And the problems would persist. We ate at the same table with the same smiles but she couldn’t know. Could she? I hid everything so perfectly, cleaned my hands and the sheets and my body. And the other bodies. I worked so hard to get the blood stains out. And I love her with all my heart but if she finds out…well…let’s just say I’d hate to take care of that.
A situation has arisen, hypothetically, in which I am unsure of the purpose of my being. Who once existed for the press of lips and the sweet smell of a person no longer holds ground in this world.
I listen to the fan whirring as it pushes air into my box of a room. Paintbrushes and articles of clothing littered haphazardly across the floor. Its dark here but for the light from my alarm clock and the never ending brightness of this sleeping city. I never did understand people who slept with the light on.
Perhaps it is time for me to move on from here. Its not as though I have much to hold me back.
Part of my thinks that maybe I will miss the spiders living in my ceiling beams, the messy personalization of this briefly thought out floor plan, and the long shards of broken glass that define my windowed walls.
Regardless, I believe that the holes in those windows might have also become the way they are to give me the chance to climb out of them and I would never want to miss such an open invitation to a potentially wonderful change of pace.
I suppose that isn’t much of a dilemma at all because I know exactly where I’m going.
Every day we make decisions. It’s what makes us human, the ability to decide on our fate, on what we want and who we want. But the question is, how do you face dilemmas? If they’re such a part of every day life… shouldn’t everyone know how to handle them? At least in their own way? Some people pick straws, some people rely heavily on the opinions of their friends and families, some people form a mask to hide the real anxiety they feel ot they make the correct choice with their dillema. Why can’t we have a simple answer? Why can’t there be an answer book for the human race? Because every one of us thinks and feels differently. People say expiriences are what define us, ironically, those expiriences most often root from a dilemma. So dig deeper, and realize as many have said before, “It is our choice that define us.”
There was dilemma that had plagued young Jeffrey since the start of the 11th grade. He noticed, with sudden clarity, that during the jump from child to older child, he had not made it into the inner sanctum of the cool kids. Instead, he had been banished to the uncertain limbo of normality.
“Now, here was what we call a Dilemma boys. I was sittin there, and she just up and snuck up on me. I didn’t know what I can do, but I knew I had ta get away from er. Now she was a biggun, she had eyes like saucers, and shoulders so massive they was wider than I was tall.”
I had a dilemma once. It was whether to keep the dog or put him down. He’d been sick for a little while now and it was apparent that he was suffering. But He was my dog, and I couldn’t just kill him. I didn’t know what to do. Unfortunately, Fate decided for us.
what i have right now. something you can’t control. something that builds up inside of you and sometimes you can’t let it out. a dilemma is what everyone has everyday. the scary part is how much worse a dilemma can get the longer you prolong solving it. its a problem. an ache. a feeling. a thought. an issue. a disease. a situation where you don’t know where to go, what to do, how to feel, and if you will ever get out if it.
Everyone has a dilemma, but in actuality, it is not a dilemma at all. It is simply another moment in life that you have to learn from and use to your advantage. The real dilemma is when people do not appreciate the challenges in life. They undoubtedly make you better.
The thing with my brother is that he seems to not know when to let things go. He thinks our mom can’t get over things, but he’s the same. Who would’ve known he’d be the same? Sometimes it’s just over dramatic how these dilemmas are. Just let it all go.
Oh, dilemma. Life is one large dilemma. A dilemma consisting of hundreds of thousands tiny dilemmas. It’s seemingly never-ending. Dilemmas are inevitable.
The dilemma appeared before her. She didn’t know which way to go. Left. Right. Up. Down. Either way, she was going to end up in trouble. She stopped. Just stood there, staring at herself. No. I won’t do anything. Choosing to not is choosing to do.
Ah, yes. When to go, where to go, how long to stay, which path to take. Where to set boundaries. How to follow those boundaries. How can I see what I want with a blindfold on?
The brightest days are on the horizon.
In the meanwhile, I need some new hobbies and infatuations.
Dilemma:She’s not coming. she’s my best friend. We’ve known eachother for years, since the third grade. i can’t believe she’s making an excuse. It’s the most important day of my life, and she’s telling me she can’t make it, I doubt she’s even going to try. Pretty typical of her.
i run into dilemmas daily. today, my dilemma is about daydreaming. i do that too much. i daydreamed about my future wedding. that doesn’t help when my boyfriend is with me daily. i give him grief about our age and how much i want to move on and get going with the next level. i dunno. i just want to grow up and get on with it. is that so wrong? i’m excited. i’m impatient.
It is the constant conflict that exists between my heart and my head. The simple, relaxed, and reliable outlet – or the dangerous, the dark, but possibly, more rewarding.
dilemma is a problem when you have a dilemma there are many ways to deal with it. running out of whip cream is a dilemma, ice cream is much better with whip crew, there are good and bed ways to deal with a dilemma, buying more whip cream would be good, throwing a tantrum and robbing a convenience store is not a good idea.
I think a dilemma is what I am experiencing now. The what if’s; shoulda, coulda, wouldas. It is this constant battle that I have, the one that is between my heart and my brain. One side is rational, the simple. The other, the dangerous and complex.
Dilemma is when you want to make chocolate chip cookies with rolled oats. But you can’t because you only have one egg. Because your fridge door broke, thus breaking all of your eggs but one. This is a first world dilemma people.
is a very funny dilemm that i cant love you how you deserve because i was hurt before. Anyway my big dilemma it will be forget the unforgettable, and that is you. My dilemma of a paradise in earth is you.
It feels like a tragedy when love is corrupted; when it is no longer offers forgiveness and a well-spring of understanding but instead has twisted into thorny contemptible hate. Hope to jealously causes all your pretty words wither and die. Soaring happiness from your fondest memories – the exchanging of knowing glances to a meeting of the minds – all of it pools into a pit of despair. Rage blossoms from this abyss and all for what cannot be expressed. What then is to be done with action? When words fail how does one flip the switch back again? How can you forgive when there has been so much pain…that is the dilemma.
It’s not something you did on purpose. You never meant for things to end up this way. You constantly try so hard to succeed. You wear yourself away in such a painfully slow way. Then there’s a stop. It’s when you notice that you don’t know what to do next. It’s your unpleasant, disgusting, disgraceful dilemma.
It was right in front of her. She tried with all her conscious thought, striving toward a solution to the problem at hand. If only one could pause the clock, to make the most profitable decision in the time allotted. But on Father Time strides, leaving behind all chance to seize on the opportunity in front of her. Such is the nature of these dilemmas.
problem. something one needs to struggle with. struggle. punishment. why me? there seems to be a dilemma. i don’t know why i should deal with it. you can simply walk away. just run away. there is no dilemma. there is no punishment. what did i do?
There’s this dilemma in my mind:
I wonder what to do with time.
it falls as frail snowflakes in a winter storm.
and dies as quickly as a neatly squashed worm.
it eats at the day as gluttonous pig.
and wiggles his finger like a snobby-nosed prig.
each second passes and falls to the past.
and each and every moment may just be the last.
I have a dilemma. I don’t know what it is, because it comes to me in my dreams, but I know that it has the power to change the course of my life forever. I know that this dilemma, whatever it may be, will change me in a permanent way, and for that, I don’t know if I should be petrified or excited. I settle on nervous.
A dilemma can be anything that makes you question your gut. And it usually sparked when the conscience, the benevolence of another, and your own good interests mix. Weighing the benefits vs. the negatives is the most important aspect although sometimes one’s own morality will take over and decide the best route despite the given positives/negatives.
Swimming against a current, losing sight of the horizon, my mind is set on you, only one dilemma, “wrong universe” sings in my head.
My current dilemma concerns love. Most people’s do, but aren’t we all caught up most in our own dilemmas? I love this boy, my best friend in fact, and he doesn’t much care for me. Or he does and just isn’t willing to admit it. I need to find a way to get over him, but that doesn’t seem possible.
Sometimes you are in a dilemma. Right now my dilemma is that I’m crazy about three different boys and don’t know which to date. There is something I love or need or want about all of them, but which do I choose? I wish there weren’t so many boys in the world. So many amazing boys in the world.
if only the time were right to make the choice she could take that leap but all the signs, ever portent available to her, all her intuition, senses and knowledge tangled itself into a hairball no kitten could help but cough up onto the linoleum floor of her life.
I didn’t know if I wanted to do this. Sixty seconds is a long time. to write about just ONE word. is there enough context to ramble with just a syllable or two? why do we think the goal is to type as much as possible – it’s quality not quantity. it’s a dilemma, trying to make up your mind sometimes when neither outcome is desirable, or particularly pleasing.
problems, problems, problems. she had a dilemma, always, her life, a constant dilemma. no matter which way she turned, there she faced another problem, a dissatisfaction.
What kind of world would we live in if we didn’t have dilemmas? They cause us to question, they cause us to argue, they cause us to think, feel but most importantly, they cause us to act.
the delimma of my life is that i was wrong so that i had no one to blame my miseries on, everything was too perfect to moan over. Too sweet to cry for , too lame to lament over
Dilemma is the name of one of Nelly’s first hit. we are often faced with dilemmas left and right. most of the time we know what to do, but we stand there frozen, with fear or whatever, not making the choice we know we ought to make. next time you’re faced with one, just go for it. pick an option and stick with it. see what happens.
something in the way. something that halts what you are doing because it is in the way. this is a dilemma because i already did this one but i wasn’t signed in, so its a dilemma i cant go on. even though ive already done this one.lol
troubles on the sides and im inthe middle. No way to turn, I just move forward. Using the know how I’ve acrued, I lean toward my “right,” as I continue on my path. Can’t please everyone, so I’ll stick to what’s right for me.
almost thought it said diarrhea
but now i think whoa what a dilemma this is razy weird bad idk a pickle that one would be in
baby mama dramama its weird to think
It was a hard decision. Would he remember how his wife had ruined his life and try to disarm her before she go to him? Or would he attempt to leave the house and call the police? She had already been arrested for numerous crimes in the past. It was his last chance to leave the house.
And the problems would persist. We ate at the same table with the same smiles but she couldn’t know. Could she? I hid everything so perfectly, cleaned my hands and the sheets and my body. And the other bodies. I worked so hard to get the blood stains out. And I love her with all my heart but if she finds out…well…let’s just say I’d hate to take care of that.
A situation has arisen, hypothetically, in which I am unsure of the purpose of my being. Who once existed for the press of lips and the sweet smell of a person no longer holds ground in this world.
I listen to the fan whirring as it pushes air into my box of a room. Paintbrushes and articles of clothing littered haphazardly across the floor. Its dark here but for the light from my alarm clock and the never ending brightness of this sleeping city. I never did understand people who slept with the light on.
Perhaps it is time for me to move on from here. Its not as though I have much to hold me back.
Part of my thinks that maybe I will miss the spiders living in my ceiling beams, the messy personalization of this briefly thought out floor plan, and the long shards of broken glass that define my windowed walls.
Regardless, I believe that the holes in those windows might have also become the way they are to give me the chance to climb out of them and I would never want to miss such an open invitation to a potentially wonderful change of pace.
I suppose that isn’t much of a dilemma at all because I know exactly where I’m going.
Every day we make decisions. It’s what makes us human, the ability to decide on our fate, on what we want and who we want. But the question is, how do you face dilemmas? If they’re such a part of every day life… shouldn’t everyone know how to handle them? At least in their own way? Some people pick straws, some people rely heavily on the opinions of their friends and families, some people form a mask to hide the real anxiety they feel ot they make the correct choice with their dillema. Why can’t we have a simple answer? Why can’t there be an answer book for the human race? Because every one of us thinks and feels differently. People say expiriences are what define us, ironically, those expiriences most often root from a dilemma. So dig deeper, and realize as many have said before, “It is our choice that define us.”
There was dilemma that had plagued young Jeffrey since the start of the 11th grade. He noticed, with sudden clarity, that during the jump from child to older child, he had not made it into the inner sanctum of the cool kids. Instead, he had been banished to the uncertain limbo of normality.
“Now, here was what we call a Dilemma boys. I was sittin there, and she just up and snuck up on me. I didn’t know what I can do, but I knew I had ta get away from er. Now she was a biggun, she had eyes like saucers, and shoulders so massive they was wider than I was tall.”
I had a dilemma once. It was whether to keep the dog or put him down. He’d been sick for a little while now and it was apparent that he was suffering. But He was my dog, and I couldn’t just kill him. I didn’t know what to do. Unfortunately, Fate decided for us.
what i have right now. something you can’t control. something that builds up inside of you and sometimes you can’t let it out. a dilemma is what everyone has everyday. the scary part is how much worse a dilemma can get the longer you prolong solving it. its a problem. an ache. a feeling. a thought. an issue. a disease. a situation where you don’t know where to go, what to do, how to feel, and if you will ever get out if it.
Everyone has a dilemma, but in actuality, it is not a dilemma at all. It is simply another moment in life that you have to learn from and use to your advantage. The real dilemma is when people do not appreciate the challenges in life. They undoubtedly make you better.
The thing with my brother is that he seems to not know when to let things go. He thinks our mom can’t get over things, but he’s the same. Who would’ve known he’d be the same? Sometimes it’s just over dramatic how these dilemmas are. Just let it all go.
Oh, dilemma. Life is one large dilemma. A dilemma consisting of hundreds of thousands tiny dilemmas. It’s seemingly never-ending. Dilemmas are inevitable.
(But they aren’t incurable.)
The dilemma appeared before her. She didn’t know which way to go. Left. Right. Up. Down. Either way, she was going to end up in trouble. She stopped. Just stood there, staring at herself. No. I won’t do anything. Choosing to not is choosing to do.
Ah, yes. When to go, where to go, how long to stay, which path to take. Where to set boundaries. How to follow those boundaries. How can I see what I want with a blindfold on?
The brightest days are on the horizon.
In the meanwhile, I need some new hobbies and infatuations.
Dilemma:She’s not coming. she’s my best friend. We’ve known eachother for years, since the third grade. i can’t believe she’s making an excuse. It’s the most important day of my life, and she’s telling me she can’t make it, I doubt she’s even going to try. Pretty typical of her.
i run into dilemmas daily. today, my dilemma is about daydreaming. i do that too much. i daydreamed about my future wedding. that doesn’t help when my boyfriend is with me daily. i give him grief about our age and how much i want to move on and get going with the next level. i dunno. i just want to grow up and get on with it. is that so wrong? i’m excited. i’m impatient.
It is the constant conflict that exists between my heart and my head. The simple, relaxed, and reliable outlet – or the dangerous, the dark, but possibly, more rewarding.
dilemma is a problem when you have a dilemma there are many ways to deal with it. running out of whip cream is a dilemma, ice cream is much better with whip crew, there are good and bed ways to deal with a dilemma, buying more whip cream would be good, throwing a tantrum and robbing a convenience store is not a good idea.
I think a dilemma is what I am experiencing now. The what if’s; shoulda, coulda, wouldas. It is this constant battle that I have, the one that is between my heart and my brain. One side is rational, the simple. The other, the dangerous and complex.
Dilemma is when you want to make chocolate chip cookies with rolled oats. But you can’t because you only have one egg. Because your fridge door broke, thus breaking all of your eggs but one. This is a first world dilemma people.
is a very funny dilemm that i cant love you how you deserve because i was hurt before. Anyway my big dilemma it will be forget the unforgettable, and that is you. My dilemma of a paradise in earth is you.
It feels like a tragedy when love is corrupted; when it is no longer offers forgiveness and a well-spring of understanding but instead has twisted into thorny contemptible hate. Hope to jealously causes all your pretty words wither and die. Soaring happiness from your fondest memories – the exchanging of knowing glances to a meeting of the minds – all of it pools into a pit of despair. Rage blossoms from this abyss and all for what cannot be expressed. What then is to be done with action? When words fail how does one flip the switch back again? How can you forgive when there has been so much pain…that is the dilemma.
It’s not something you did on purpose. You never meant for things to end up this way. You constantly try so hard to succeed. You wear yourself away in such a painfully slow way. Then there’s a stop. It’s when you notice that you don’t know what to do next. It’s your unpleasant, disgusting, disgraceful dilemma.
that feeling you get when you notice that one of your boobs no longer looks bigger in this bra you handmade to compensate.
It was right in front of her. She tried with all her conscious thought, striving toward a solution to the problem at hand. If only one could pause the clock, to make the most profitable decision in the time allotted. But on Father Time strides, leaving behind all chance to seize on the opportunity in front of her. Such is the nature of these dilemmas.