“Why?”
“Oh, God. You’re in another one of your ‘what is the purpose?’ moods, aren’t you?”
“Why?”
“Yeah, you’ve got that look on your face.”
“Why?”
“Because, my friend, you insist on trying to figure out that which makes your brain turn to noodles.”
“Why?”
“Beats me. Do you want me to go get your meditation CD?”
“Why?”
“Because that’s what the doctor told me to do when this happens.”
“Why?”
“Because it helps you snap out of this.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re too stressed out, and you need to relax and forget about trying to figure out the meaning of life.”
“Why?”
“Because humans are too tiny and dumb to figure it out.”
“Why?”
“Why?? I don’t know, okay?! I used to think I had all the answers, but now I’m just not sure anymore!”
”...why?”
“I don’t know why! It’s too much, too much to know why! I can’t do it!”
“Why?”
“Goddamn it! Now you’ve got me crying like a baby with your stupid questions! I hate you!”
”...why?”
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Front Porch Conversations--Six
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