Question Rock 07.25.21

When you think of a rock being challenging it’s usually in the context of climbing one or perhaps encountering one the size of a football right where you want to plant that Pride of Barbados. However, I have found a rock that challenges you in a different way. May I introduce you to Question Rock.

I first encountered Question Rock a couple of weeks ago while on my walk. It’s approximately 6″x12″ in size and located in a heavily trafficked area near a sidewalk that runs next to St. Edward’s University. At first I didn’t pay Question Rock much mind and regarded it as being nosy. After awhile, however, I began to see Question Rock was merely doing its job. Every time I pass by now I imagine it asks me a question. Sometimes it’s something mundane like “How are you doing?” or “Hot enough for you?” Other times I imagine it being passive aggressive and asking questions like, “Is that as fast as you can walk?” or “Did you know that Old Navy is having a sale on T-shirts?” or simply, “WTF?” And other times I imagine it asking the questions no one else dares to, “What bad decisions have you made lately?” or “What the hell are you doing with your life anyways?” The beauty of Question Rock is that it has no answers; you have to find those yourself. And should I ever find Answer Rock I’m not about to tell anyone where it is.

I’m also now on the lookout for other punctuation rocks. I think encountering Comma Rock would be delightful because let’s face it, when you’re walking 3 miles in 90 degree heat with 90% humidity any excuse to pause is welcome.

I have no need for Semicolon Rock. Semicolons are the bisexuals of punctuation.

I think Exclamation Point rock would be a lot of fun; kinda like running into a catty friend at a bar, ordering a round of vodka tonics and then talking sh*t about everyone you know. “YASS QUEEN!”,”NO WAY!”,”OMG!” and “I’M AS HARD AS A ROCK!… because, you know, I’m a rock.”

I’m not sure I want to encounter Period Rock, at least not in the punctuation sense or any other sense really now that I think about it. There is a bit too much of a sense of finality to that though I have to admit it would make for a succinct marker for a final resting place. Full stop indeed.