The question of the day

Most days I ask a question on my Facebook profile, or on Twitter and sometimes even on Google+. I start of explaining what I plan to do that day, or what I'm planning on thinking about or if it is the evening what I did think about that day and then the question. It seems very non-sequitur, but there is a method to my particular brand of madness. I don't think that anyone has ever worked out the link between what I've been thinking about and my questions, although one person did get close once.

The reason I ask the questions has been much speculated about; Am I selling the answers to a Market Research Company (wish I had thought of that one I'd be rich!), am I trying to make my own life more interesting by stealing someone else's identity (see This isn't to go on Facebook for the answer to that one) but the answer is a lot more simple. I like to know what other people are thinking, what is important to them, what they want out of life and their answers reveal this. It helps me understand what is important to me, what I want out of life and to understand what I have been trying to articulate.

I hardly ever answer my own questions (something that I know infuriates other people!) because I don't have an answer. I don't have a favourite biscuit, or word or place. I don't know when I was my happiest or what my least favourite flavour is. I have simply never sat down to think about these things, and I think for the most part the people that answer the questions I pose have never really thought about their answers and what they mean either.

I hope that by answering my questions that those people understand themselves a little bit better, understand their wants, needs and desires more clearly and I'm not sure I'm ready for my brain to go there.

Instead my brain works ten to the dozen wondering how man found out that they could eat sunflower seeds, or how bus routes are worked out, or why people are sometimes so short sighted they can't see what is right in front of them.  My brain wakes me up in the middle of the night to work out how many calories would be burnt if I walked all day and where I would end up if it was a straight line. It gets me to think about what would happen if I were to rule the world, or if tomorrow we found out that trees could talk, or if the person born to create the cure to a disease was never given the encouragement to do what others thought impossible. My brain thinks about the raisins I ate, the Scriptures I read, the prayers I whispered and the people I love.

And sometimes, just sometimes it shuts up long enough that I can go to sleep.

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