Things I wish People Asked Me About

I find that I don't have common interests with most people I meet. Unsurprisingly, this means that my conversations with most people never go beyond salutations and and mundane stuff I care very little about. A lot of times, people misinterpret our lack of common interests as me being a snob, shy and/or awkward; the low hanging fruits. Admittedly, things can quickly get awkward when I'm involved because I don't always understand social cues, but that's besides the point, for today at least.

Today, I want to highlight some of the things I actually do like to talk about. Human nature and the human condition, history, happiness, love, life and death, sex and sexuality, languages, aging, religion, football, politics, Africa, philosophy, feminism and need for a more equal and equitable world are just some of topics that get me going. Having written that down, I realise that most people talk about these things anyway. Now I'm thinking that perhaps my challenge is not quite the topic that is discussed, but more about how it's discussed and what aspects of it are discussed.

Most conversations focus on love, for example, as a limited resource that must be reserved for a handful of people in our lives. Personally, I think of love as unlimited. I think that love should not, can not be earned because, frankly, if love was to be earned, none of us would be worthy of it. Now ''likes'' on the other hand, them bitches need to be earned. let me explain. I had a xenophobic co-worker who did his best to make my life difficult at every turn, but if he was on fire next to my house, which was also on fire, I would save him first before thinking of saving my most valued possessions. Now, would I ever invite him to lunch in my half-burnt house? Not in six life times! See, I don't like that motherfucker's behaviour but I care about him enough save his xenophobic ass from a fire, at the expense of my prized possessions.

I know that's nothing special because most people would do the same in those circumstances. Why? Because we are humans and we naturally value, care about and extend love to our kind, even the ones we detest most. Making sacrifices is a huge part of loving people. If you chose to sacrifice your possessions, no matter how little, to help another person, that's love right there. Obviously, this isn't quite the same level of love one would have for a parent, child or spouse but it's love all the same.

On life, I think that it's quite confusing and can become overwhelming when you clock the sheer depth of this confusion of existing in this space with billions of other people, such advanced technology and thousands of years of recorded history of human brilliance yet no one has ever being able to say for sure how we got here and what we are really doing here. I mean there is the big bang theory and religious explanations but, to me, its all still theories with no definite, satisfying answer. There will probably never be one. And so it makes me see death as comfort, a light at the end of our individual tunnels, because by Hella's perfect ass, I would be miserable if I had to live this existence forever without a satisfying answer to how we came to be and what we are doing here.

As you can see, I have a lot to say about a lot of things and it hard for me to stop when I get going. That's actually one of the reasons my real life conversations with most people are get awkward fast - I don't always know when to stop. Anyway, I'm guessing this is a good place to stop for now.

I want to try something; I'm asking people to send me questions about any of the topics I listed above, actually, send questions about anything, and I will try and write blog posts to answer them. I mean I could write posts and talk about these things without any prompt but the reason I want other people to get involved is just so I feel accountable to people and get off my lazy ass and write more. Questions can be sent in via the comments section here or my social media accounts. Thanks.