Through out my life, I get asked all sorts of questions. Some questions are annoying, some are confusing and some are down right rude and out of place. But nonetheless, I try to answer all questions with a degree of truth and sincerity, because I believe that living in a world without honesty is akin to living in somewhere like Amsterdam or Vegas - where morality is a second class citizen.
But what sort of questions do people ask me? Well, the following is a selection I encounter with high incidence: -
How are you?
How old are you?
Where are you from?
Did your parents name you after the country you were born in?
Where do you live?
What do you do for a living?
If you had to marry for love or money, which would you choose?
Who is hotter, Paris or Nicky?
Would you sell yourself for money?
Is that ______ real?
How could you spend so much money?
How do you afford it?
Do you really think it is worth that much?
Why do you like it so much?
How come you have so many credit cards?
All of which I try to answer with a certain level of truth. But the other day, someone asked me a question that totally stumped me. It caught me completely off guard and without my defenses, I was left vulnerable to the truth that can just spill out.
The question: "Mate, do you have a thousand dollars" spoken in a drunken slur from an aboriginal man camping on the back steps of Town Hall station with other fellow drunks/addicts/petrol sniffers/welfare cheats/scary people/hobos'.
The answer: "Yes I do"
posted by tykang @ 4/07/2005 10:03:00 PM
2 Comments:
You should have asked the man "Do you take credits"?
Thats so true!!
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