The other night I was asked some questions.

Scratch that, I was asked the most relevant questions in the world.

The questions that I've asked myself a thousand times. The questions that I've always answered the same way.

Because I'm an idiot.

I don't know.

The other night was different because I wasn't the one doing the asking. I also knew that my standard answers just wouldn't suffice.

So I countered the first question with one of my own.

And just what good would that do?

I got no real response to this, just as I'd hoped. Even if the answer is known, I felt that it was pretty unlikely that it would be shared with me at that moment.

In response to the second question I lied.

I'm really not sure. I've been trying to figure that out myself.

The fact is that the second question has an answer now. Not the answer I wanted, or at least not the answer I thought I wanted, but there it is anyway.

Now I have another question begging to be answered. A question so important that, despite my most aggressive efforts to avoid it, it has managed to claw its way to the front of my mind and entwine itself into nearly every thought I have.

What am I going to do about it?