What is it with people who don’t get rhetorical questions? Do you ever get in those situations where you ask a seemingly obvious one and the person you’re talking to just has to reply?

Me: Haha, do pigs fly?
Them: *Thinks for a while* No, I don’t believe they do.

Yeeeah.

Worse, sometimes they reply with a roll of their eyes, belittling your every molecule.

Me: (Following a recent honeydew obsession) Haha, sometimes you wonder why I don’t just live on honeydew alone, huh?
Them: *Rolls eyes* But that’s not a balanced diet.

Notice how I tend to precede the rhetorical question with an innocuous laugh, to signal a less-than-serious moment approaching. The eye-roll, on the other hand, sends the tone crashing straight down, which I think is not only poor comprehension, but frankly bad manners as well, since resetting a conversation’s tone so quickly after it has been proposed is akin to visiting someone’s house and rearranging all their furniture while they fetch you a drink.

Every. Single. Month.

…Or really just Hong Kong on a Saturday. Photos from my recent trip are up in a set on my Flickr. Most portray the stampeding hordes of people that populate the small space, but a couple might reflect how cold it was at times, and how at an average of only 15 deg celcius or so, I’m clearly not made for low temperatures. (And yet I’m also not made for the sun…Yes—the shade, the shade, my kingdom for warmth in the shade.)