Bizarre Questions

“So what are you thinking today?” she asked. This time she was the one with the sly smile. I certainly didn’t expect her to come back asking for more.

With raised eyebrows I retorted, “Do you really want to know.. after yesterday, I mean.” Her sly grin lost its edge and faded to a sincere smile. I thought my left field comments from yesterday would have scared her away. Especially after I botched them up and said something I really didn’t mean to say. But I’ve changed my story since then, although it’s not too likely she’ll look back to see the change.

But what really is the difference? “What would you say if I told you I dreamed about having sex with you?” and “What would you say if I told you I had a dream about having sex with you?” Well, one implies that I’m consciously fantasizing about having sex. The other implies that while I was sleeping last night I had a dream in which I had sex. Certainly a big difference, if only the difference between the conscious and the subconscious. But I’ll let a psychologist argue that.


She was still waiting eagerly.

“If you insist,” I started. I hope she’s ready to see the ideas I encountered today run through the washing machine of my mind.

Life is a curious creature. Days have their highs and lows. Hours have their highs and lows. Minutes have their highs and lows. Some days are better than others. Some hours are better than others. Some minutes are better than others. I suppose the real question to ask before your head hits the soft pillow at the end of a long day, is what have you done today? Was this day worth living? Or would the world be better off if you stayed in bed this morning?

Some days that question is easier to answer than others. Some hours that question is easier to answer than others. Some minutes that question is easier to answer than others.

She nodded in agreement, not saying anything for fear my train of thought derail.

It just seems like some people live their lives refusing to answer this question. Or they give a deceitful answer. A day spent making another buck and squeezing the vibrant life out of humanity is not worth living. Some deranged souls claim it is. It seems like so many people ignore this question and they watch the days slip by like the rain. Soon it’s weeks, months, years, decades later. Life slips away when you don’t take time to listen.

That’s why I walk to the beat of a different drum, for fear my life will wash away.

I looked up into those understanding eyes and saw her nodding. I don’t know why she continually asks, but she does. Every day she comes here and asks what’s on my mind. And I tell her. Some days it’s better than others.

“Thanks,” she said.

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