Question

Goodness it has been a long time since I last typed some thoughts down. It must be said that the previous occasions ramblings were a little on the pitiful side, it appears I am only a barrel of laughs some of the time.
Have you ever considered how utterly disappointing a barrel of laughs would actually be? I mean why would that even seem like a good idea. I imagine a horrendous mix of canned laughter every time the lid lifted. In conclusion to this micro-comment I pose a question, why do we/I only appreciate the laughter of the people I love. This, it is worth mentioning, is a lot of people as I love love, you dig?
This raises a curious point of which I have been vociferously fuming about recently, however I just typed vociferously correctly first time and realised how much I adore this word (mental note use the word vociferously).
Questions; we all have them, we all answer them but why do some people not understand them? I was always under the impression that a question was asked to discover an answer. In my opinion; the world would be a better place if people asked questions to discover an answer THEY DID NOT KNOW. I feel that too often, questions are asked to force someone to repeat a mistake or admit lack of knowledge or relive an unpleasant memory or . . . Basically bad things.

I have realised that the word quest is in question. When have you ever known anyone to go on a quest to find something you already had found before? If you did you wouldn't be a member of a quest, you would be a member of a tourist party.
Think on that.
Yeah, how 'bout that.
ARGH

(Not sure what caused that)