Dumb Questions To Ask People Novels & Stories

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.

I don't know my left from my right here. And now they wanted me to handle a project worth more than my entire life savings. Samira slid a croissant onto my plate like it was a peace offering. "Take a deep breath," she said. "This is why you have us." Theo drummed his fingers against the table. "Alright, advice time," he declared. "Everybody, one piece of wisdom for our rookie legend." Tasha sipped her tea, looking thoughtful. "Mine is simple," she said. When you feel like you don't know what to do, ask questions. Smart people are never afraid to look stupid."

"You are not dumb, are you?" This question made me feel humiliated, but against them, I couldn't even gather the courage to breathe loudly.

So deep that you need to think about your answers. “I’m not dumb and I just wanted to ask questions that would pop in my head. And you always answer my questions so what's the fuss?” He rolled his eyes at me, making me laugh. “So, why do you want to be here?” he asked. “Huh?” I looked at him, confused.

He asks instead. For some reason, I find myself wondering the same. I actually take the time to lean forward and wait for his answer, like I said it's like giving a herd of Gazelles to a pride of Lions as a gift and they decide to sing Kumbaya. In the other two interviews, this question wasn't asked along with any other serious question. But it's all been nothing but useless information. This is the first and last chance they get to interview the Xander Grey, and they waste it.

As I sit there at the table with him, I realize we've never really talked. Every question that pops into my head, I quickly push away. Realizing I can't ask him those questions. Normal questions like, what pack are you from? What was your little Alpha's name? What about your parents or family?.... Those are the worst possible questions I could ask him. But there are also the simplest questions that you would normally ask someone. As soon as I think of a question that has nothing to do with this past, I find myself saying it right away. "So tell me little mate, what is it you like to do?"

“Got any siblings?” “Yeah, a younger one.” “Really?” Her face brightens up and she leans forward. “What is their name?” “His name is Kay. He should be around your age.” “Huh, how do you know my age?” She asks. “Hmm, how old are you?” “It is rude to ask people their age.” “No, it is not. It is only rude if that’s the first thing you ask but I am really curious here. How old are you?”

I sighed softly at his unanimated response. The conversation came to an awkward standstill as Reiner refused to offer further information and I wasn’t sure what else to ask. Actually, I had many things I wanted to ask but I feared being greeted with the same type of responses. This is a lot more challenging than I thought. Well, no pain no gain is what they always say. “Do you have any hobbies?” I asked. “I don’t have time for hobbies,” Reiner replied. “What is your favorite food?” I asked.

"How was the experience of signing up? How much are you able to buy to take everything to the gym? How was the trainer treating you? What did you see around you? What are your thoughts?" What? All of these questions are totally absurd, they don't make much sense, I feel like an eight-year-old wrote them. In my opinion, the questions would be as follows: What is your purpose for attending the gym? What is your motivation? Are you able to give it your all to achieve what you expect? My questions make more sense, but I can't be so blunt. I can't tell her that or she'll dislike me at first sight. I have to answer these questions, but at the same time, ask my own questions. That will help.

Nearly an hour passed before the questions finally slowed. “Do you have any questions for us?” one of the interviewers asked. I did. One, specifically. I sat forward slightly. “Why me?” A few eyebrows lifted around the table. “I’m from Northbridge,” I continued. “I know my credentials are strong, but Easton and Northbridge aren’t exactly friends.” That earned a round of amused smiles. “So why me?” The interviewers exchanged glances, not awkwardly but with the air of people deciding who should answer.