Infrequently Asked Questions

Tara by MoonVooDoo

“Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others…” ― Timothy Leary

“For in spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody.” ― Aldous Huxley

What do Aldous Huxley and Timothy Leary have in common?

What do you have in common with them?

Apart from being human…

Well… perhaps that you’ve found out some of the things they found out, though maybe in a different manner. We each find our own way in life, have our own experiences, sometimes they overlap with the experiences of others, sometimes they don’t, but maybe the results are the same. Maybe not.

Communicating with others can be one of life’s greatest pleasures and pains.

Getting to know others… and others getting to know you… can seem like a series of questions being asked and answered. An interview… which could go either way depending on the interviewer and interviewee. Even if you’ve heard all the questions before, practiced answering them by yourself in your mind or with others through trial and error, finally figured out which answers to give and which ones not to give… well, there is no guarantee that your answers are the right ones to the person to whom you are giving them. Power games aside… we all have a different criteria for right and wrong and the subtle shades between the two.

What one person is looking for in another may not be what another is looking for… and so on.

We all know the frequently asked questions… but sometimes what we yearn for is for someone to ask us an infrequently asked question. One which jolts us out of the usual and throws us into the adventure of the unusual. Yet those questions unnerve us and often we react out of habit, run for our comfort zone before we’ve had time to realise that we’re bored of our comfort zone. We want out, but not just yet. Maybe later… Hopefully later will come again.

When you meet someone new, or even interact with someone you know, what do you really want to ask them and what do you really want them to ask you? What do you wish to know about them and what do you long for them to wish to know about you?

If you only had one shot to know one thing and you could ask… or be asked… anything at all, what would that question be and why? What would the answer be and why?

What do you really want to share with others of yourself and what do you really want them to share with you?

And why are you withholding the things which you do? Why do they withhold from you what they withhold?

I wonder…

Of course you know you’ll get more than one shot… and your defenses are firmly in place and activated… so are the ones of the other person… but it’s fun to imagine… who knows where that might lead.

I wonder…

I wonder what kind of blogs Aldous Huxley and Timothy Leary would have created?



    • Thank you, I hope your weekend is enjoyable too 😀

      A wise man always knows when to admit that he does not know something, perhaps because he knows more than he feels it is wise to admit to knowing 😉


  1. I too parade around with my mask on.

    It is only here in the blogasphere that I have started to find the strength to be honest and sometimes that can be dubious too. I believe that we are all more alike than we all think we are. With honesty comes vulnerability, and who wants to risk being devastated by judgement?

    I believe that many of us hide behind the masks of who we think we should be.


    • Very true. Yet even while wearing a mask, it is still us, we express ourselves through it. It may hamper our expression, but it’s still us.

      Anonymity is one of those masks which is a very giving one, especially in social media. It gives us the freedom to be who we actually are. Strange, isn’t it? We are more ourselves being cloaked than when we are in full view.

      Love blogging, very liberating, and it ripples into real outernet life.


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