Most people are looking for something. The fact that it might take you years to put a finger on it and cry out, “That!” usually does not make the search less frantic. Some people look for ways to make money, or ways to become (more) popular. Others look for a place where they can sit back after the long search and declare, for the first time in their lives, “I have arrived.” Other people (or the same people that are also looking for the afore-mentioned things) look for a person – someone that can accompany them on their search, or join them in a search for something else, or the same things that both might have spent years looking for.
One universal aspect of all these searches is that questions are asked. A significant percentage of these questions concern the person asking the questions – every individual is driven by instinct to gather information about him- or herself, and for related reasons similar information about other people.
The questions are well-known: What do I look like? Am I good-looking or hideously unattractive? Am I fairly intelligent or am I the opposite? Am I an “engineer,” an “attorney,” or an “artist”? Do I like pizza? How do I like my pizza? How do other people like their pizza? What do I want to do with my life? Do I want to be rich? How rich? Would it be OK if I don’t live in the grandest house on the street? Do I want a car, or a motorcycle? How do I want to wear my hair? Do I like pink? What kind of music do I like? Do I believe in God? Is it good enough to only occasionally attend church? For what political party do I vote? Do I vote at all? Who are my friends? What kind of person do I like? Why these types of people? What kind of person likes me (and again for what reasons)? What do I do in my free time… And these are only the questions that rolled of my fingers while I was changing CDs. I can add a few dozens more. And then you can look at the list and say, “Not bad, but you missed a couple of thousand.”
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