Some years ago, I hurriedly wrote the following challenge questions for an online form:
What is this?
Who are you?
I lost my sheet where all the answers were; when I visited the form today, I went blank after seeing these questions. These are harder to answer because they are hitting on multiple nodes of my memory. They are very vague, and thus they can confuse the user.
I laughed at myself after reading the above questions because I realized how stress can become a strong controlling factor if one is not managing things slowly and methodically. Here are some similar challenge questions.
- Feel not, Feel when…Feel, but when?
- What is this?
- Who are you?
- Why did you do this?
- How did you do this?
- How do you not know how to do this?
- When do you not walk?
- Why do you keep a secret?
- Why do you love me not?
- What is a pop tart?
- What is a universal whore?
- Who is the good guy?
- Who is the bad guy?
- Gimme a share of yellow or green.
- Who, what, when, where, why?
- Why do you want a cat?
- Who are you not and why not?
- Why are you humouring me when you can’t write?
- There is a sewer there. Describe.
- What are the critical characteristics of your lover?
- Why do you not think and then think?
I have freaked myself out while thinking about answering these questions. These questions are really that hard to answer. Staring at these questions feels like when Jesus is coming back, but everything you print to help Jesus just prints blank. That’s the nature of the user’s state of mind after seeing these very bizarre inquiries. To help you imagine further, let us visualize the reactions of a cop who is being interrogated by a civilian. He/she will eventually feel very stressed and then recycles back dumb content to the intelligent civilian. Thus, the cop will say to the civilian, “I am feeling stressed, very stressed. Never ask me these questions again.” I believe asking such questions increases the rate of your mental recycling facility until you get a real seizure. And, now everything is blanker than you can imagine.
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