07 January 2008

A Question Posed

It was a simple, common question. We have all asked it at some point or another in our lives. Answered positively, it can fuel a disappointment or feed an ego. Answered to the negative, it can face regret or relief. Thus is the wily nature of the question.

In giving an answer to the question, I would be transferring the burden from one to many. We have so much care in our lives as it is; there is no need to add to the load. And when it comes to certain aspects of my life, I would rather prevent the boat from rocking. It is a flaw of mine. I know that is not necessarily a valid reason. I know it is a crappy copout of an excuse. For better or worse, however, it is my gut reaction and the course I have taken.

Though I suppose that if the question were formed differently or if I were pressed to answer, I would yield.

But if we were being completely honest with ourselves, the question would not have been asked in the first place ... because you already know the answer.


Who Is Tuffie said...

way to be Dan Brown cryptic!

*cue fog and intense background music*


The Diarist said...

You know that there is always a purpose to my madness.

Frankly, Scarlett said...

good lord the possibilities! Will you marry me? Who will you vote for? Ummm...Fries or a side salad?

These are the only earth shattering questions I can think of.