Thought for Food.

I love asking questions! My favorite questions usually evolve around the first meetings of a couple, or the dating-process, and lately "how did he propose?" sorts of questions.

I'm the sort of person who, when a couple says that their first date forty-some-odd years ago was dinner and a movie, I want to know what movie they watched. Or if a couple mentions that, thirty years ago, they celebrated their first anniversary by going dancing, I like to know what kind of shoes she wore. And if someone mentions that they're reading a book that I have previously read I always ask what part their at. As if it really matters. I feel like questions, or rather, answers to questions are my brain's dessert.

Last year when I was working in Lee's Summit at Subway, I came in to work once and was told the story of how we got robbed at gun point the night before. Turns out that a young man had come in, ordered a sandwich and when he got to the counter to pay, he pulled a gun on my co-worker and demanded all the money. I was lucky enough to have asked for that particular night off, due to an extra credit assignment for my Geography class. And do you know what was the very first question I asked? "...What kind of sandwich was it?" I mean really? Did that matter? Absolutely not!

But somewhere, deep inside, I must have felt that knowing what kind of sandwich it was would give me some sort of bearing, or, a window to the robber's soul. As if all the robbers who got a ham sandwich only carried knives and the one's who got a meatball sandwich only carried guns. As if.

I guess I can't exactly say why I like asking questions. Often times I think it is because it allows me to see into a person's mind even if it's just for a few moments. See how the gears in their brain really work. What their thought process is. What sort of personality they have.

I guess the point I'm trying to make is: if I were to have any superpower in the world, I'd like to be able to read people's minds. I find that when I ask people too many questions they get suspicious, either that or they wonder why in the world I want to know all these random things. Or they just lie. Either way, I think it would be cool to read people's minds. At will anyway. I wouldn't want to read people's minds all the time. That would be weird.