As I fret over my latest bout of pimples, I found myself asking questions I couldn't answer. I had seriously thought this was Puberty, The Sequel, which of course didn't make any sense even though I've reverted my status to being a student again. And I found myself wondering the age-old question: Is it the nightly chips I've been snacking on? Or perhaps, the beauty experts are right afterall; there is an inherent implication on my inability to guzzle eight glasses of water on a daily basis.
Questions...questions always entail answers; they are social devices for compelling interaction and serve to bind two people in immediate reciprocity, and the addressee has an obligation to answer; anyone not doing so is anti-social.
But answers aside, is there any good way of asking questions? I recount asking the stupidest and undoubtedly, the most insensitive question after K lamented that business was painfully slow. And almost immediately, I thought I should just shoot myself to avoid dying from embarrassment, although there was constant reassurance that it was alright to ask a seemingly inappropriate probing question.
At the end of the day, I suppose this quote that I came across yesterday sums it all up: "to get an answer is a privilege, not a right" (Harris, 1977).
Questions...questions always entail answers; they are social devices for compelling interaction and serve to bind two people in immediate reciprocity, and the addressee has an obligation to answer; anyone not doing so is anti-social.
But answers aside, is there any good way of asking questions? I recount asking the stupidest and undoubtedly, the most insensitive question after K lamented that business was painfully slow. And almost immediately, I thought I should just shoot myself to avoid dying from embarrassment, although there was constant reassurance that it was alright to ask a seemingly inappropriate probing question.
At the end of the day, I suppose this quote that I came across yesterday sums it all up: "to get an answer is a privilege, not a right" (Harris, 1977).
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