Moog wrote:
You aren't interested?
Kind of......at least in the immediate sense, i.e. when I'm with people, I don't seem to feel any great curiosity about them, and even if I happen to think "it's probably time for me to ask a question," I can't think of one.
But in a less immediate sense, I'm very interested. I'm completely convinced that knowing a lot about people's beliefs, their loves and hates, their hopes and fears, the emotionally significant experiences they've had, their sense of ethics, their interests, and their strengths and weaknesses, would be very helpful to me. Without that information, developing a friendship is as feasible as doing archery blindfolded. When I look at my special interests over the years, I've taken a huge interest in whatever I've deduced will be valuable to furthering the interest, even when I've felt the subject matter to be ridiculously tedious and inaccessible - e.g. machine code programming for the Sinclair Spectrum (so I could create music programs that helped me to make better music), Marx (so I could understand what's going on with the capitalist system), even my schoolwork for god's sake (so I could get a more comfy and higher-paid job). Knowing the potential value of the said information has always made me do whatever it takes to get that information. If I can't find out any other way, I've even asked the occasional expert a question.
So why doesn't my deep interest in growing good friendships ever translate into asking them questions about themselves?

On the rare occasions when I've managed to do this, it's gone down well - it gets the other person talking about themselves and as
CockneyRebel said, it demonstrates interest. You can hardly go wrong with questions, as long as they aren't of the "why don't you go take a running jump?" variety....it's a social goldmine.
One possibility - I've noticed that when performing music, I have to play a predetermined "set-list" of songs - if I get asked to play a couple more, even if I have a comprehensive list of all my songs in front of me, I can't simply pick one at random and play it. So I'm wondering if it's the lack of a rigid protocol that stops me choosing questions? Though if that protocol began with questions about name, rank, serial number and the weather, I'd probably balk at that - it would feel phoney and distant, even though I understand the value of it these days. And no "one size fits all" protocol would work, because everybody's different, and the questions I would want to ask one person might be quite different form the questions I'd want to ask another. So maybe a real-life social situation is just too dynamic for my brain to work with?
I do recall one evening where I asked a lady about 5 or 6 questions - that's my record.

But I was very lucky - we were watching a music show, and I asked her a new question every time the music stopped. While the music was playing, we were silent. The beauty of it was, I had several minutes to think of something interesting to ask.

So maybe it's the immediacy of normal social contact that I can't deal with - it seems to me that in most social situations, the moment is gone before I've even strung my bow. People seem to change the subject so quickly.
Also, habit must be involved. Growing up as an Aspie, I just didn't see the value of questions, and they say you can't teach an old dog new tricks (though I refuse to believe it's that hopeless). Nor did my parents demonstrate the art to me - Dad would occasionally ask a question, but I got the impression that he was making a big effort to do so, as if he was pushing his envelope - certainly it didn't seem like he was just doing it naturally. More like he'd decided to home his social skills on that particular day, and I felt that he was more interested in looking socially competent than in getting the answer.