Jerry Harrison Likes Red

One of my classmates sent me one of those Email Quiz contraptions. I can't stand them, in so much of the cliches or contrived nature of the questions themselves. If I ever wrote a quiz, and wanted to send it out to complete strangers, mine would go a lot like this:

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On the really bad days, the days that I lie on my side staring at the walls, feeling like they're moving in, crushing my chest, on these days I get up, put on my shoes, and go see a movie. I like sitting in the theatre and making up stories about the lives of the people around me. I like believing I'm somewhere else, someone else, even if it isn't real, even if it's only for a few hours. I go and I sit in the dark in the silver light because if I didn't, I'd be completely lost.

Do you have music that you let flow right through you? Do you let it push your body, do you sway with your eyes closed?

Have you ever stood before someone knowing that you are completely vulnerable? Have you ever known what it's like to be levelled just from a look from someone's eyes?

Do you know what it's like to be blind to truth? Do you know what lies you believe in because they make you safe? Do you really know the people who are with you in the room?

Have you ever had a fling with someone who has the same name as you?
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What do I care what a person's favorite color is? I'm either going to forget because it's irrelevant, or if I do remember, it's probably only in a weak attempt to impress them and gain sexual favor.

Why do people pretend to try to get to know each other, but waste the opportunity with useless questions with uncared answers? What are they afraid of?