No More Why

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One of the things that never fails to put me on edge is a barrage of “why” questions.

“Why is the sky blue?” “Why is my friend acting that way?” “Why is this so hard?” “Why is it so long until Christmas?” “Why are the cats wrestling?” “Why won’t the dog sleep with me?”

Why why why?

There are some why questions I can answer. I can tell you why math formulas work. I can even tell you why you need to know them. I can tell you why certain practices in information technology work, and why others don’t (and what will happen if you do them anyway.)

These are fields that I have extensive training and experience in. I wouldn’t call myself an expert, but I know more about them than the average bear.

The other stuff? I don’t have a clue.

It frustrates me to be asked these questions because not only don’t I know the answer, but I have never cared enough to look it up. It simply doesn’t interest or matter to me.

And when enough why questions are asked, I know that it is just because the person asking wants to hear the sound of their own voice. After all, if they truly wanted to know the answer, they would ask someone who knows. Or at least Google it.

So I’ve come up with a strategy: when my daughter launches into the endless whys, my answers become “just to piss you off” when I have had enough.

Why is the sky blue? Just to piss you off.
Why is my friend acting that way? Just to piss you off.
Why is this so hard? Just to piss you off.
Why is it so long until Christmas? Just to piss you off.
Why are the cats wrestling? Just to piss you off.
Why won’t the dog sleep with me? Just to piss you off.

It works.


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