Why Is It Always Why?

The nature of mankind is inquisitive. It's an intrinsic characteristic, and unless it is stifled by some force acting on our personality and mind, it will be a part of who we are as individuals. And I think it is always there even if stifled. I picture it like one of the species of frog or turtle that lies underneath the ground in a state of suspended animation for long periods of time until it is brought back to activity when water reaches it in its appointed time. It's there, but it needs that spark to spring back to life. And, I see this inquisitiveness filling out a broad spectrum from a casual and occasional whimper of why, to a thunderous God speaking to Moses on the mountain type of attention demanding quest to know why. Now I think this variety of intensity of why certainly relates to the variances of people and personalities. And in my case my why-range dances out on the spectrum where the crescendo can at times be deafening. So, not surprisingly, I've got to know why! "Because I say so" just never fit in my kit.



And so...off we go as if to know, and if you get there first don't let me know. As you may have guessed, I must try and figure out why you were able to get there first.

"Polypidelic", Man!

I didn't want to argue with the nurse, especially since she was going to be assisting on my procedure. I just wanted her to help me remember the name of that movie. I thought it had Frankenstein in the title I whispered, but I was trying not to let the doctor hear that part since it might color his performance, which involved me in what I can only describe as the unfolding of a very delicate script with the beginning at the end. But I could tell my nurse was getting a little miffed as soon as I told her she even looked like Cloris Leachman in the movie. I don't recall exactly what she explained she was putting in my IV, but it was merely milliseconds until I was directing my own movie, oblivious to what else was going on for the next half hour or so. Suddenly, I was telling them if they could just dial in Texoma's Oldies to go with their drugs I would be hanging out with them over the weekend; and, asking Frau Blücher if the ceiling would open to harness the lightning as the gurney was rising skyward. And soon I learned the reality of what the establishment had been telling us when we were younger and headstrong...people can give you drugs and can do things to you that you can't even remember.