Are you sure?

C'mon face it - we have all been asked this by our significant other at one time or the other. Usually the asker is a female version whilst the askee is from Mars. Are you sure? As if I am daft? Not sure? Surely you jest dear? No. Its more a wake up call to the brain that is assumed to be in stupor to awaken and make sure. Is the garage door closed? Did you turn off the flame under the cooker? Did you actually drop the child in school? Are you sure? Whence the male proceeds to answer with gay abandon (I need to separately investigate the other types of abandons) that of course he is. Sure that is. Whatever makes you question everything dear? To me many times it appears that the question is more rhetorical in context than an actual questioning of the veracity of my action or intent. If I am not sure am I going to say so? Never. Then why ask? Moreover why not go forth and check on the action that is supposed to have been taken by the askee in the first place. Then the question itself would cease to exist. Surely. But no. Asking is easier than getting up to check the outcome of the performance from the original askee. Did you give him that check today? YES. Are you sure? What? Am I now an Alzheimer candidate? Sometimes it is inferred that I am indeed joining the ranks of many a talent that has been afflicted by this ailment. But for me to actually know that I am would be a stretch given I would not remember that I do not remember. So anyway to make the point that asking someone if they are sure is in most cases a useless inquisition since the person has already opined on his or her point of view. Asking only makes it worse. It achieves nothing. Life is not a retarded episode of 'Kaun banega' or its Hollywood cousin 'Who wants to be a M?' Rather its real life and in real life things get done and then sometimes not. Asking again should not change the outcome. I am sure. In my book Certainty is Fleeting. Did I just write this blog? Now I am not so sure.