Confusing Questions To Ask Mga Nobela at Kwento

He tried to change the subject but as the new, crazy badass Luna I was, I won't stop until I get the best out of it. "Do I look like someone who is not okay? "I asked. "You are strange this morning. Why are you answering my question with a question? Have I done something wrong? What have I done?" He kept asking. I made him confused and the next thing was to mess up his mind. I would make his life more miserable than ever. That he won't think twice than to spill the truth himself.

“Out of nowhere. We’ll be laughing, talking, then I say something—ask a small question—and he just changes. Closes up.” “What kind of questions?” “Simple ones. Where he went that day. Who he talked to. If he’s close with his family. Stuff you should be able to ask someone you’re… seeing.” Caroline taps her fingers lightly on the table. “Do you think it’s personal?” “I don’t know,” I admit. “But I keep thinking… what if he’s married? Or what if he’s only nice because he feels sorry for me? What if I’m just something convenient?”

She asked. I looked at her with confusion written all over my face, wondering what she could possibly want to ask me. We may have been friends but we didn't know each other that well. “Just ask. We’ll see if I can answer or not.” In my experience, when someone asked you a question like the one Sonya had asked, it was probably because they knew you either weren't in a capacity to answer or the question was too hard. “How did you get here from Chicago and why can’t you go back?” She asked.

Ali asked again. They were bombarding me with questions I don’t think I can answer immediately. To be continued…

I bowed my head fearfully because I knew I asked something stupid, which I didn't want to ask him at this time when we had just cleared our misunderstanding. But I could not hold the raging question in my mind for too long. Now I regret my choice to ask such a stupid question of him since I am not aware of how he will respond. What if he still doubted me and asked for a DNA test? Will he trust me now, or is there still room for future misunderstandings that could harm our relationship?

, I asked ignoring his grunt. "What?", he asked still pretty much confused in the situation. "Is Amber having sex with anyone?", I asked again. "You came to my house in the middle of the night to ask me if Amber is having sex with -Lexy are you crazy? Jesus I know you are but Like this?", he seemed upset "Answer the damn question", I said not smiling. "How am I supposed to know if Amber is having sex with someone? how? and why are you asking me? why don't you ask him?".

Someone asks, “Wouldn’t that confuse things?” “Yes,” I answer. “Briefly.” “And that’s the point?” “Yes.” We bring in voices that don’t share our vocabulary. People who ask naive questions. People who challenge assumptions we consider settled. The first session is uncomfortable. Not contentious. Just… clumsy. Someone asks, “Why does everyone here speak so carefully?” The question hangs. Another asks, “What happens when someone doesn’t grow the way you expect?” There’s no immediate answer. We’ve grown used to questions that fit inside our scaffolding.

Something that confuses the fuck out of me. “Do you?” “I- I don't know, that's why I asked.” “You know.” I can't say more than two words without slurring and there's so much I want to say. “I don't know, if I did I wouldn't be asking you these questions.” She retorts with a frown. “Okay,” I grunt, hefting a slipping Katrina back up. “Okay? That's all you're gonna say?” “No.” “No?” “Yes.” “Say something that's not confusing!” She screams in frustration meanwhile I'm at my breaking point.

“And it would be rude to ask it like that. From what happened last time, It would seem like I’m interrogating her.” “I don’t want her to suspect anything. But how’s that possible?”. “What should I do now? I’m confused.” “What’s the best thing to do instead of just pitying myself?”.

She lets out a soft giggle. “Sorry. I just hate the twenty questions game. I think it is because I am a medical student and I like checklists and order. If people played the twenty questions game correctly, it would be fine. But no one ever does. They end up asking more than one question, or talking about something else and forgetting about the game, or forgetting to take turns. It drives me crazy.” “Are you implying that I could not follow simple game rules?” “Yes.”