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answers, friends, I dos, miscellaneous, questions, random, thougts, understanding
Weddings are not on my list of favourite things to go to, but I do go as I don’t want to disappoint those who have invited me. Today is no different and I am looking forward to seeing two happy people in love saying their “I do’s” with conviction, giving each other a simple answer to a very complex question.
As I was thinking about the weight of the answer those two little words hold I started wondering about all those questions we ask and and answer in life. It dawned on me while I was whipping up a cheese cake for the after party (the German baked kind) that asking for an answer is something I do most of the time. It seems as if a permanent flow of whos, whats, wheres, whens, and particularly whys is dripping from my lips.
It doesn’t really matter if it’s me asking myself do I want this that or the other, or if I am asking God why he seemingly enjoys playing pranks on me or if I struggle to understand why a friend, foe or stranger thinks or acts the way they do. And sometimes, out of the blue, weird and wonderful quizzical thoughts appear. I mean why is it called a TV set when there is only one and isn’t expecting the unexpected turning the unexpected into the expected and why is being unique a good thing but being the odd one out isn’t and why do wise guy and wise man mean the opposite?
As a trained journalist asking questions is considered a good thing, after all you’ll never get the story if you can’t ask where it is! And my friends regularly laugh at the queries that come out of my mouth, as it seems their don’ts are still my dos, possibly because my filter has slightly bigger holes.
But sometimes asking the question I want to ask is that little bit too hard. I know that this is because I don’t really want to know the answer if the answer is not the one I do want to hear. So those unasked questions float around in my head looking for an answer that isn’t there, slowly but surely driving me a little bit doolally.
As I do have to put the cake into the oven and I don’t want to be late I think I will have to question myself, do I want to ask the question hovering at the front of my mind or do I believe I know the answer without asking? The answer: I don’t know!
