Answer the damn question

I understand the importance of diplomacy and tact and all that, but for the life of me I don't understand why, when faced with a simple question, anyone would choose not to actually answer. And somehow, I'm considered rude if I try, after not finding what I'm looking for through a cloud of gobbledy gook, to actually get the answer to my question. I have classes starting at the beginning of next week and don't know yet how I'm going to get back to school. I asked someone who I know is headed down there this weekend for a ride and instead of a yes or no, or even a maybe, followed by a series of questions that would determine whether my riding with him would make sense/be agreeable to both parties, he first asked me a question that didn't actually make sense, then told me that he wasn't going straight there. Now what am I supposed to do? I refuse to repeat the question which he obviously registered clearly enough to ask questions about and yet it seems my asking brought me no closer to an answer. Why do people do that? Particularly, why do people do it to me? Do they think that I asked for the sake of discussion; that I didn't actually want to find and answer or arrive at any sort of conclusion? Is anyone satisfied by this type of uncertainty? I hate treadmills. I hate tracks. I hate anything in which I don't feel like I'm going somewhere or accomplishing something. WHAT is the point of asking questions, if not to find answers, or at least come closer to finding the answer? The thing that irks me the most is that, for all appearances, I'm the only one who cares about finding the answer. Once again, I'm alone. While so many others are content to meander about, I'm on my own in seeking a destination and it doesn't matter enough to anyone to join me. My journey isn't worth their energy. Interesting, no, that this problem should present itselt in a situation where I am literally trying to reach a destination. He says he's stopping in Jacksonville along the way, as if this place along the way makes the destination somehow less desirable; less attainable. I shan't be fooled by Miley Cyrus; it is the peak that interests me, the view from the top that holds my fancy and, discouraging as it is, I'm not wont to be deterred by a few stumbles along the way. I remember asking my friend if I could call her mother for my job and instead of saying either way, she said "good luck with that". I don't know what's more insulting: having an answer and refusing to convey it or not bothering to answer at all. Both intimate a certain apathy that makes me question bothering to ask at all. And still I want an answer. I still wish that I had gotten to where I set out to be. Or at least had known before setting off that I wouldn't get there.