The Why's of the Why's of the Why's

Last night I was given two of the best gifts I've received in a good while (aside from really good email). I was given the gift of laughter and insight. Meeting up with friends when all you really want to do is lay in bed and retreat is one of the best ways to start the process of "defunkifying". We all ask the question of why. Why are people so mean? Why do we feel the way we do? Why do we care about one thing but not the other? The why's of the why's. Jean gave me one of the best laughs I've had in weeks. Spending an hour at Footlocker in Times Square trying to get basic service while hundreds of video game fans outside waited was funny. I was looking for new running sneakers and it seemed like for the dozen salespeople in the store, no one seemed focused. Everyone was running around but nothing was really getting accomplished. Want a size ten...you may get a nine and a half instead. Isn't that what you asked for or just want they wanted to bring you? Most of the staff were doing anything but work. Instead, they seemed distracted by the music videos playing in the store. Why show up to a job where you don't want to do any work? Jean was equally frustrated trying to get someone to locate a pair of boots he wanted to possibly buy. The laughter came when Leah, a refreshing suprise (really helpful salewoman), found everything we requested. She also provided a friendly demeaner and a good aura. After she did all of the work, the other male workers started swarming to finally make a sale. It's funny how people want to swoop in after the fact to close a deal when they really didn't work hard enough in the first place. We got a really good laugh as one salesman continuously asked if we needed anything else. We didn't even need to say anything to each other before we both laughed. You never really know what another is thinking. We knew. It was a joy to know. It was a good laugh. A soul lifting laugh.

Outside, many guys and a few girls waited in line for the next hot video system next to Playstation to make its midnight debut. Why? Are we so screwed up that we can wait in line for games and toys ? Why can't we take the time to wait in line to vote in an official election to select politicians who will make decisions that affect everything about our existence? Why do we say we don't have time when in reality we make the time for what is important to us? Why do we even ask why? We ask because we are human. We feel. It's instinctual. We ask why even when we know sometimes we won't ever really get an answer. We ask because we have to. It's our nature. It's my nature. I have found that in asking the question in every situation, the answers or lack thereof shape my future thoughts and actions. One person's exploration is another person's bad journey. Why do I ask why? Why not.