Mundane questions

Life has a lot of interesting questions but instead don’t you feel like you’re showered with the silly routine ones that makes no sense.

How are you?

Everywhere I go, I’m bombarded with this question. There is nothing wrong with it. It’s just that those who pose this question don’t really care about my wellbeing, it’s more like they’re compelled to ask everybody they bump into. Besides how many people give an honest answer to that question anyway, most often than not instead of saying what they really feel, they fake a smile and then say “great’. I admit to doing that a couple of times simply because I do not want to discuss my problems with someone who’s more interested in moving onto the next person so they could smile and say “how are you?”.

When are you getting married?

I’ve been asked this question ever since I hit 18; its got worse after my brother got married. It’s scary that people think that humans were created for the sole purpose of procreation…well I guess you’re mind is kinda flummoxed now, yes you’re right we were indeed created for that purpose but things have changed, not everyone needs to produce offspring so I’ll just leave China to go forth and multiply.

Are you pregnant?

Great!!! Now that you’re safely married, people want to know when the Teletubbies would pop out. I’m not married (yet) but most of my friends are and I know what they go through because sometimes I decide to play an absolute wretch and attack them with questions they hate hearing.

You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend?

Uh, he’s the janitor. What is it with people who assume that any man you’re seen with is your boyfriend/lover… doesn’t matter if he’s an absolute stranger who happened to ask the time, or the Mc Donald waiter who recognized me because I’m a loyal customer (Double Yuck!!) as long as they’ve seen you with a MAN. Yikes, you’re in trouble!!!

Koheda yanne? (Where are you going?)

The sleazy Sri Lankan cops love invading our privacy by asking us where we go, rudely poking their heads right through our shutters and also smelling our breath. All this makes me a tad bit sick. They also from time to time love asking you whether you’re drunk, which makes me wonder whether we should be asking them the questions.