I don’t know…

These are three words that piss me off no end.

And people say it a lot, don’t they? Initially, I thought it was a sickness only the girls had, but of late, I’ve been noticing almost everyone using it…. sometimes even me.

Well, I’m allowed to use it because I genuinely don’t know certain things. For example, I don’t know what the time in Tokyo is. I don’t even know the time in India sometimes.

What’s 289 multiplied by 55? I don’t know.

Who was Russia’s fourth president? I don’t know.

Who was India’s fifth vice president? I don’t know.

Do people actually read my blog? I don’t know.

These are essentially valid questions to which I don’t have an answer. There then arises a legitimate reason for the usage of the term “I don’t know”.

But….

There are a few questions to which the said combination of words do not expunge the need to give the “utterer” a kick in the sack. I use the term “sack” to “fit” all the known genders.

Like…

“Let’s go for some coffee, shall we?”

“Um… Er… Well… I don’t know…”

*thwhack on the sack*

“What do you want to eat?”

“I don’t know… I was…..”

*thwhack on the sack*

“Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t know…”

*thwhack on the sack*

It seems to me that whenever a decision needs to be made, the “I don’t know” fit sets in. Can’t people make their minds up? Can’t they take control even for a miniscule thing like choosing clothes, ordering food and so on and so forth? I mean, COME ON, is it that difficult?

“Well, er, well, I don’t know.”

*thwhack on the sack*

Amen.