Dumb Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

Why are you so dumb? “Vivian, tell me the truth, are you okay, didn’t something happen to you?” Mrs Hart asked, I wanted to know as well, there was no way someone could be that dumb. “Nothing happened to me, mom. Am fine, why do you ask?” Mrs Hart released a sigh.

“Why doesn’t anyone talk about you?” “Why did you leave the family?” “Where have you been all these years?” “Did you know our dad was a bad person?” “Did you ever try to help Mommy?” “Do you hate Grandpa?” “Are we going to see more of you now? “Do you live here?” “How long have you been dating Rohan?” “Do you love him?” “Did you know he loves you?” “Are you going to marry him?” “Are you going to have kids with him?”

He did not even try to answer each question and just left everything blank. “What is this?” I ask when Lukas is already standing in front of me. “Did you get any issue with the questions?” “No,” he curtly answers. “And so?” I ask. He didn’t follow it up. Instead, he just looks at me as if I am asking him nonsensical things. “Lukas, can you explain why you did not answer any of the questions?” “It’s stupid.” I raise my brow. “The quiz questions are stupid?” “I don’t see why I will need to know the answers to those questions to succeed in life.”

It was a bewildering, overwhelming and non-stop stream of questions demanding that she answer: Coffee or tea? Coffee with milk and sugar? What do you want to eat on your break? Which shampoo? Which hand cream? What bank do you want to open an account in? Do you want to go to the movies? What do you want to see? What are you doing on your day off? Do you want company? And on and on and fucking on.

Ava asked again, making me swallow hard, before finally turning to her. "Damon just came here to see me, and we weren't really arguing about anything." I told them, hoping they were going to accept it and not continue asking me questions. "But mummy we heard the both of you arguing," she voiced out, making me sigh softly as I stared at her. These kids were really so good at making this hard for someone. If they asked a question, they would expect you to give them the accurate answer. That's really not nice, and I'm really not supposed to give them any accurate answer especially when it has to do with adult talk.

Every answer generated another why, creating infinite loops of toddler logic that exhausted everyone. “Make it stop,” Damien pleaded after twenty minutes of James asking why grass was green, why dogs bark, why people need to sleep, and why the moon follows the car. “We can’t make it stop. This is language development. It’s healthy.” “It’s maddening. Healthy and maddening can coexist.” Charlotte, observing James’s constant questions, offered advice. “James, you need to ask GOOD questions. Not why why why. INTERESTING questions!” “Why?” James asked, which made Charlotte laugh despite herself.

‘Questions are creative acts of Intelligence.’ Whoever spoke that nonsense definitely wasn’t in love or anything close. Because if he were, he definitely wouldn’t say that. Questions are stupid acts of intelligence when drowning in love. You ask them, not to know the answer but rather to fuck with people’s head. One such situation is going on right here. “why?” I asked as I looked at the nice invitation to an engagement that is going to happen in the Alexeev’s mansion and there was my name on it.

I thought a guy his age can navigate the date into an awesome, memorable one but turns out it/he/the-date-and-him is soooooo boring (sure, memorably boring) because I'm the one who have to ask all the questions. It's either me and my interview questions or us sitting quietly and awkwardly with a bowl of dessert between us.

They all cheered but he was silent. "The third question, Do you have a boyfriend?" I wonder why she'll ask such a question. " No!" I muttered blatantly making sure he also heard. " Fourth question..." him again? " Sir, you can't ask more than…" he shot him a deadly glare, and everywhere went quiet. " Describe your ideal type?" He's asking such an absurd question. Aren't the question supposed to be work-related why personal life's now? I'll tell him what he wants to hear.

“Lenoir stop being emotional, what happened is not deep—” “— OH! YOU GETTING SHOT AT BY DIFFERENT CATEGORIES OF BULLETS IS NO BIG DEAL?!” Lenoir chuckled like an insane person and continued nagging while I tried my very best not to lose my cool. I didn't even have the strength to yell, I used up all my energy at court. “THERE'S A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN BEING SMART AND BEING STUPID! AND YOU MY DEAR WIFE DEFINITELY DON'T FILL THE CATEGORY OF SMARTS!!”