Book of Questions

For reasons beyond the scope of this blog I purchased The Book of Questions today. I had to be led to it, as it was in a section of the store I’m ~sadly~ unfamiliar with: the romance shelf in the self-help section. It was nestled between such titles as Seduction, Making it Last, and The Secrets of Mind Control (!). It amazes me that books like Seduction and Sex for Dummies sell at all. Who the fuck would take that to the counter?? I suppose they all say they’re buying it for a friend. Well, Seduction isn’t so bad. At least it’s not Basic Seduction for Complete Clueless Bastards.

Back to the subject…

Some of these questions are quite good. I thought it would be fun to post one from time to time, when I’m strapped for content. As in, every day.

Today’s question:

“Do you believe in ghosts or evil spirits? Would you be willing to spend a night alone in a remote house that is supposedly haunted?”

I’ve felt things I can’t explain. I’ve studied the subject a great deal, and because of this I am extremely skeptical of your average ghost story–I can nearly always explain it away, though I don’t because people hate when you take away their mysteries. I tend to think that there are human possibilities we don’t yet understand. I’m endlessly fascinated by what people call “ghosts”, and would jump at the chance to camp in a haunted house, provided I could take some equipment and a couple friends.

3 Responses to Book of Questions

  1. jr says:

    I could happily spend the night in a haunted house.

    But you couldn’t pay me enough to spend the night in the Danvers State Mental Hospital. No fucking way. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, go see Session 9…

  2. Cat says:

    I cannot wait to see that movie. I should get people lined up to come over and watch it with me so I’m not alone.

  3. shayla says:

    Did you know they also have a Book of Answers? I’d be tempted to flip to a page in the Book of Questions and then do the same with the Book of Answers to see what comes up.. In fact, i could probably entertain myself for hours doing that, sad as that may be…