Seems to me that no one wants to ask questions anymore, not because we dare not to but because we are now accustomed to having the answers before we ask or even think of the question. The media has pushed us to speak ourselves into the lives of others, to strangers, to friends, and we are constantly speaking. We update our days now as if in fear that if we don't then society will forget to think other than themselves, that they won't ask without being stimulated by my will; it's as if there is only void where there should be curiosity. For some it is a haven, to be able to build the perception of themselves for others, that way they know what people see when they look at them and perhaps to an extent what they even think of them. For others who have that knowledge, the knowledge that we have been told the perimeters of our thoughts, of our ways of viewing others and the world, it is no longer the accumulation of moments gathered from intricate memories with people, it is rather the singular knowledge of an answer given to us without a question. Here is where the world is labeled pretentious; oh how we go on about ourselves, but only because we have developed as a society who simply answer, and for those who do not ask or do not ask for that answer, the world is a frustrating place. We can continue, because this is how we build our person, but it is also how we can see how others build themselves. I must look beyond myself, to bother to know someone slowly, and in that way I will know myself as the person who doesn't answer but rather asks.
