So many questions, so.....many questions

I am back. I did not post yesterday. I wonder what that means. There is question one. I was wondering why do fools fall in love? The best possibility is that so they can breed stupid children, who will grow up to be stupid adults, who will fall in love and perpetuate the stupid gene. The Earth seems to have a shortage of stupid people, according to my astute observations. The only hope for mankind seems to be those old stand bys, natural selection and "accidents". You know those accidents are just a form of natural selection. A little bit of Darwin's Theory of Evolution playing out, for your entertainment and education, right before your eyes.

I do not have a specific example of these things today. I mean I have been chronicling them for months now, so you know they are there.

Are we there yet? That is another oldie but a goodie. That is a reminder of our childhood (sender) and the life of a parent (receiver). I do like the dual perspective now, though. That, and I am much meaner than my father. I feel the need to fuck with my son's head with all those questions. He cannot tell if I am serious or joking. He is like his mother in that way. Damn, I like tormenting those closest to me. No wonder my sister could not stand me. Oh well, that is between her and her analyst, it ain't my problem.

My favorite question as a kid was, when my father would try to herd us into the car to go somewhere, "where are we going?". The reply, which was always so annoying (it was so annoying but ingrained in us that a form of it is on his headstone), was to sing a song from the Broadway show "Paint Your Wagon". It was "where are we going, I don't know, when will we get there, I ain't certain, all that I know, is I am on my way." Imagine hearing that, and keep in mind he would sing it and he was tone deaf (like my brother, they all wish they had my singing voice. I sing and the birds drop dead from the trees and dogs howl along with me, but that is a story for another day.) I wanted to strike him after receiving that song the second time I asked the question and the second time I had to listen to the singing reply. Ahhhh, I miss it now, though (that was the wistful moment of the day).

How do you know? The only good reply is "how can you not know, you dumb fuck!?" That always gets them and puts them in their place. Sure, there may be some hurt feelings but at least there is certainty as to where you stand and what you think. That has to count for something. It can also keep you warm at night, but given the overnight temperatures we have been having here, that is not a problem.

Finally, I leave you with this, shall I say, burning, question. Why does it hurt when I pee? Ciao!