An imaginary conversation about just wondering

Don’t you ever wonder?

Wander?

No, wonder. 

About what?

Things…

Things?

Things!

Any specific things?

Yeah!

I’m not following you…

Don’t you wonder? About things? Just in general? Like while you’re walking around?

What in the hell are you talking about? And don’t sigh at me. Explain. 

But I like to sigh. It’s like a tiny little meditation. 

It is almost entirely unlike meditation. 

It’s like the cleansing breath you take before you start. 

Is there some reason for any of this?

For wondering about things?

No, for your questions. 

No. Why do you ask so many questions you already know the answer to?

Why do you ask so many questions that make no sense?

Because I wonder. And if I wonder, I ask. 

Maybe you should cut down. 

On wondering?

No, on questions. 

But if I stop asking questions, then I’ll hardly talk at all…

..   …    ….

You want me to stop taking, too?? But I just started!

No, no. Keep talking. Work on making more sense. 

You aren’t very whimsical. 

Sure I am. 

Not so much. That’s OK. I love you anyway. 

Love you, too. Now shut the hell up. 

Good night. 

Shhhh. 

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