
Today is Sunday. For each of the past eight days before going to bed, I have written a question inspired from my day on the same pad. Most of these questions are rhetorical and should not be used as tools of definitive diagnosis of my current mental state. The questions follow:
Sunday
Is the price of your vehicle directly correlated with the potential invisibility of pedestrians?
Monday
Why is it that the elderly people I meet are either super friendly or just plain miserable and hateful? There does not seem to be a middle ground.
Tuesday
When did please and thank-you, as well as other manners become, “uncool?”
Wednesday
Why don’t people realize that children are much like bank accounts? If you don’t put much into them...
Thursday
Would I appreciate the sunshine as much if it was sunny every day?
Friday
Is there anything more comforting in life than the smell and taste of fresh baked apple pie?
Saturday
Why do people become defensive when they are not making any sense to you? Also, do they really believe that raising their voices makes them correct?
Sunday
Does, “I can take the next person in line,” actually mean; “I can take the next impatient a**hole who’s fast enough to get ahead of every else waiting in line?”
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