Why do people write stories on questions that can be answered with a couple of sentences?
Sometimes, though there is a simple/direct answer,there are additional details and/or information that will make the answer more complete, or provide a greater understanding.In other cases, analogies, examples and “stories” can help provide context, clarity or avoid ambiguity.Admittedly, some people do appear to go off at a tangent,sometimes answering a question that wasn’t asked, or traversing borderline topics that barely pertain.And then there’s responses like Tor Gausen’s - that had me in stitches :D
What are the most beautiful lyrics you have ever heard?
A song with good lyrics is a song that everyone feels compelled to learn the words to so they can sing along.Without a doubt, the popular song with the best lyrics is Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody:Is this the real life?Is this just fantasy?Caught in a landslideNo escape from realityOpen your eyesLook up to the skies and seeI'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathyBecause I'm easy come, easy goA little high, little lowAnyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to meMama, just killed a manPut a gun against his headPulled my trigger, now he's deadMama, life had just begunBut now I've gone and thrown it all awayMama, oooDidn't mean to make you cryIf I'm not back again this time tomorrowCarry on, carry on, as if nothing really mattersToo late, my time has comeSends shivers down my spineBody's aching all the timeGoodbye everybody - I've got to goGotta leave you all behind and face the truthMama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)I don't want to dieI sometimes wish I'd never been born at allI see a little silhouetto of a manScaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandangoThunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening meGallileo, Gallileo,Gallileo, Gallileo,Gallileo Figaro - magnificoBut I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves meHe's just a poor boy from a poor familySpare him his life from this monstrosityEasy come easy go - will you let me goBismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him goBismillah! We will not let you go - let him goBismillah! We will not let you go - let me goWill not let you go - let me go (never)Never let you go - let me goNever let me go - oooNo, no, no, no, no, no, no -Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me goBeelzebub has a devil put aside for mefor mefor meSo you think you can stone me and spit in my eyeSo you think you can love me and leave me to dieOh baby - can't do this to me babyJust gotta get out - just gotta get right outta hereOoh yeah, ooh yeahNothing really mattersAnyone can seeNothing really matters - nothing really matters to meAnyway the wind blows...
What is the worst argument in the world?
This is what happened with me recently. The 4-year-old healthy computer suddenly crashes saying 'CPU fan error'. So I tell father. Father (getting annoyed): How did it happen? What did you do? Me (calmly): I didn't do anything. When I switched it on it gave me this error, which I initially ignored, it was running fine for a while then it suddenly crashed. The system shut down automatically. Father (getting more annoyed): How can it shut down automatically? Why did you ignore the error in first place? What did you do with the computer last time? You say you didn't do anything, I hardly use the computer now, your mother doesn't use it, your brother doesn't give a shit about it, then WHO DID IT? Me (trying to calm myself): I don't know. I didn't do anything. I don't even use it since I got my laptop. YOU used it a couple of days back for some work. Besides, it's 4 years old and never have we once given it for servicing. The CPU fan must have gone kaput. Father (judging me): What do you mean you don't know? You mean when things get old they falter? We should throw away? That means you will have this approach towards us too? Is this why I raised you? To hear this? Me (getting really annoyed and confused but trying hard not to show): Where is this conversation heading?Father (full-fledgedly accusing me for the crash): THIS.. THIS behavior of yours.. You behave this way, that's why the computer crashed. Now don't look at my face, call the maintenance guy and get it fixed. You don't know how to handle delicate things. How will you run a family?! And father storms out of the room. Me: ......??????????????????????