“At some point,” I said, as I dipped a tortilla chip into a mysterious green salsa, “it might come up that my husband died in May. Also, I just got out of prison in July. I just thought I’d let you know outright so it doesn’t cause any weird hiccups in the conversation.”
She dipped her tortilla chip in the salsa and didn’t skip a beat. “How was the food?”
For the most part, this is my experience with people who I’ve only just met. When presented with the details of my last couple of years, curiosity presents itself before they have time to fully absorb the social conventions necessary to process such a series of facts. The question is different each time, but the innocent wonderings of it is always the same, as is the way it just bubbles up.
I like it because I understand it– I know I’d have innocent questions, too, but as time goes on, it feels less and less appropriate to ask them. I’d have questions about prison and jail, widowhood and marriage, food and blogs and letters and firefirefighting. There’s so much I didn’t know about my world before it became my world. I would want to know it all. My questions would want to find their way to freedom because there isn’t anything wrong with asking someone something they’re willing to talk about.
So I’m opening the floor, to free your curiosities.
Ask me anything.
You can comment, email me at email@example.com, or use the form below.
I might reply directly to your comment or make it a post, or answer it in a video, or write the answer on a balloon and release it, or … really, it’s a mystery. I do strange things sometimes. If you want credit for your answer, you’ll have to provide your name and/or site.
But, go to town, ask me anything about anything.
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