I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know.
That seems to be my reply to many things.
How’s school?
I don’t know.
What’s important to you?
I don’t know.
How’s life?
I don’t frickin know.
Now I don’t pretend to be dumb or anything.
But these questions, do they have an answer?
I mean sure. They have answers. Shallow answers.
Answers that can change on a whim.
How’s school?
Fabulous. Hard. Boring. Tiring.
What’s important to you?
My grades. My friends. My life. My turtle.
How’s life?
It’s been absolutely amazingly remarkably outstandingly terrifically incredibly unbelievably exceptionally superbly awesome.
Is that what you wanted to hear?
No? Fine.
It’s been absolutely horribly bone-chillingly disgustingly horrifically disturbingly frighteningly distressfully terrifyingly unbearably dreadful.
That still isn’t the answer?
Well then, here. My final answer.
I DON’T KNOW.
Maybe next time, you won’t ask me.