It's what I came here for.

You're at a restaurant. You're hungry. You've looked over the menu, decided on what you want, the waitperson is standing by your table ready to take your order, when it happens.

This waitperson speaks, The Unsolicited Opinion; "...and the special tonight is my absolute favorite...." And you flinch. You know you want to, you know you can't possibly do it in polite society, you tell yourself you are not old enough to do it, but someday you know, you will have the courage to do it. To casually place your menu in front of you, remove your hands from it, look the waitperson straight in the eye and say: "because it is your favorite, that's why I came here. Not for I want but because something is your favorite. What I desire means nothing! It is you who are important! Your opinion, your likes, not mine. I didn't even ask for your opinion, yet you freely speak your preference, before it is even asked, as if I-FREAKING-CARE!"

Someday....yes, someday.

New Years Eve - 2009

The question, "What am I doing here?" is both literal, and philopophical. What are we doing with our lives, our world, our children. And philosophical, as in "do we have a purpose in the grand scheme of things?"

Personally, I have no idea, but that's what I'm doing here; learning. Maybe someday it will all makes sense. Right now, well, it's all as clear as mud.

Here's to the new decade, with it's questionable ancestry, and it's ambiguous progeny. If the calenders of various soothsayers are correct, we've got two years left to find the answer.