There are certain questions that I just don't want to hear. Some of the bigger ones are:
1) "Is that it?"
2) "Mr. Lyman, why were you naked when you were frying chicken?"
3) "Excuse me, but aren't you Tom Wopat?"
4) "Why does this taste like blood?"
Now, my initial thoughts were that the questions bothered me; then it was the answers. But as I pondered more on the subject, I realized it was the sorta grey area in between the answer and the question. Let's call it the choice. The choice is really how we answer the question and not the answer at all. The answer to those questions is already known to person who has to answer them, and more than likely, also to the person posing the questions. So why ask it? There's the rub. It's the choice. If we don't like the answer, we either outright lie, or color the truth with vague expressions. If we do like the answer, then we usually go mad with hyperbole.
And so I guess therein lays the excitement in life. The colorful embellishments are what make life worth living. Either how far we can take it while making them, or trying to figure out how much the "answerer" has embellished. If everyone's answers were straightforward, where is the challenge?
FYI, the answers to the above questions in no particular order are:
A) "Umm, Duh?"
B) "Oh, please… Why else why I would be here?"
C) "Its Sunday morning isn't it?"
D) "Well then, I guess I am wearing the wrong underwear"
Things that Rock:
Forbidden Broadway
Pink sequined spandex
Being bold
