Questions and Answers

He said she asked him out. Then she asked his age. He told her the wrong answer.

I remember back to when I asked the same question. And not because I needed to make a judgement. It was just because I wanted to know. And there really was no right or wrong answer. In the end, the wrong answer was me. I never knew.

I thought I was smart enough. I thought I was good enough. I was wrong. I was nothing. If only I had been smart enough to ask the right questions. Age never mattered. But something else did. Too bad I didn't find the truth before it found me. That whole thing about the truth setting you free is a lie. Ever since I found it, I have been shackled to a monster that I cannot quite describe. But it is frightening nonetheless.

Lesson: Don't bother with the questions. As they say, shoot first, ask questions later. Because the answers are never going to get you anywhere. Only the shooting.