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F ³: Ask Me


 

Years ago, when I was young and impressionable, I saw someone I knew wearing a big button that said, “Ask Me!” So I did.

It turned out they were selling nutritional meal-replacing diet shakes. That tasted like chalk. (Ask me how I know…)

This memory comes to mind this morning as I ponder questions. Podcast host/television interviewer Kelly Corrigan has referenced this more than once in describing the difficulty we have in interacting with one another these days. Something that is missing is the ability to ask really good questions and then truly listen to the answers.

Our conversations ping back and forth with personal anecdotes and an exchange of information, often feeling more like two people simply waiting for their turn to talk. But we are missing out on something. We come away wondering why no one cares enough about us to ask us. 

Human beings have a deep longing to be known. There’s something crippling about existing in a universe where the most anyone will ask you is “How was your day?” Or “How was your weekend?” 

We are so much more than that. 

So, here’s where you come in. What are the questions that you wish people would ask you? These are probably things that are genuinely important to you and yet no one seems to notice or be curious about. We walk around in a vague sadness of being unasked.

What a joy it would be to know someone who is genuinely curious and excited about knowing you, even after a long time. Especially after a long time.

What do you think? What are the questions that you are waiting for people to ask? 

I’m asking you. It’s your turn.


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