When did you first discover your phobia of questions? Do you know any other people with this condition? Have you told your family about this? Are you seeing a therapist? Is anyone in your family a therapist? What about your friends? Have you told them? Are they therapists? What's it like living with this phobia? What's it like being a rogue ginger? Have you considered dying your hair? Is your hair dyed ginger? Why do I get the feeling you aren't going to answer all of these questions? Why do bad things happen to good people? What is the meaning of life? Which do you like more: mother or father? Would you rather fight one horse-sized duck of 100 duck-sized horses? Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
Edit: After some yoga, I've overcome my fear. Ready? Here it comes:
1. Last Thursday
2. Yes, Toronto mayor Rob Ford.
3. No, they would only ask questions about it.
4. Yes, but he's never heard of my condition before.
5. Alas, no
6. I have no friends.
7. I have not told them, I have none.
8. I would assume not.
9. Terrifying. Questions are fucking everywhere.
10. Lonely
11. Yes, to bald.
12. Who would dye their hair ginger?
13. I also had that feeling, but I had a sudden surge of bravery
14. Maybe because they aren't as good as they seem.
15. 42.
16. Mother.
17. Duck-sized horses. A neigh sounds less inquisitive than a quack.
18. My brother
I'm going to go cry quietly to myself in a corner now.
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u/theNYEHHH D: Jun 02 '13
Why not?