I am fully convinced that the only reason people ask riddles is to watch the other person suffer.
Like what do you mean the disaster was on the plane. What do you mean the disaster was that he turned off the stupid lighthouse. "Ask questions!" However you grossly underestimate my brain's ability to just stop thinking. Yes, I adore the patterns. Yes, I hate coincidences (and patterns) with my entire being at the same time. Even so, when it comes to making riddles make sense, I just don't have that power.
It's so ironic, because I tend to make riddles out of complete nonsense. Something doesn't fit right? Put it in the anti-logic-o-matic-machine that is my brain and watch it spin into incomprehensibility.
Kinda makes sense when you consider I'm so scared of things that possibly turn a specific shiny shade of gray. Or it might just be a human trait. Or it might just be the result of everything.
...?
Can't explain it.
Like I asked before, is there something else that I should have done instead?