My best friend on Earth, who I've never really met, gave me a t-shirt for my birthday a couple of years ago.
It's a gray t-shirt with the letters WTF? emblazoned in black. I'd post a picture of me wearing it, but that shirt is dirty and wrinkled right now. Come to think of it, I'm dirty and wrinkled right now. So no picture, sorry.
Anyway, lately, I've found myself wishing that I had a dozen of those shirts.
Because then I could wear them every day for the rest of my life, or until that question finally gets answered. I'd be able to go through life and I'd never have to open my mouth. I could just point to the front of my shirt.
I want to ask my boss, WTF?
I want to ask my sister, and I want to ask NotHideousGirl, and I want to ask MixedSignalGirl, and I want to ask LaptopGirl, and I want to ask BadPickleGirl and WeirdGirl and I even want to ask TremensGirl.
I want to ask them all, WTF?
The actual question would be different in every case, but the actual wording of the question could be the same. It would be all efficient and shit
Meanwhile, today it will be six weeks since MixedSignalGirl left. I'm still waiting for that fact to really hit me. I am in such deep denial, I'm surprising even myself.
Nobody really knows what this is about. Except for my best friend, who I've never really met.