Romans & histoires Stupid Questions To Ask

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.

"It's obvious I'm not asking for your Favorite colors or hobbies you have no use for. All I'm asking about is maybe some dark or deep secrets I ought to know." , any family anywhere? Friends? Or close relationships?" He rushes the question at me with my eyes darting all around the room, I

He asked. “Well,” I said. “It's not about whether or not you ask questions as much as how polite you are when asking them. Getting too personal with someone you don’t know is a recipe for foul things to come. Ask her about her favorite color, what kind of music or food she likes, and if she chooses to share something that's one thing. However, don't pry. If she shows you something she can do, you can ask, but I don't want you boys bombarding her about all of the things you wonder if she can do because I don't even think she has all the answers and it’s rude." I told them.

He asked “I don’t know about that,” I said unsure if I was ready to share with him “We get five questions each” he tried to convince me a bit more “That wouldn’t tell you anything about me,” I told him “It is a start at least,” he said “Alright, you start” I took in a deep breath to ready myself for what was coming “Do you hate me?” He asked “What?” I asked “Do you hate me?” he repeated “Ask your question” I let out an awkward laugh

When I realized Ethan couldn’t see it, I said, “Yes, my love. I want to meet you soon.” “Yes. Let’s pray I can get the result I want soon.” “I will.” Then I remembered my chats with Stacy and my mom. “By the way, I have a question.” “Okay, go on.” “Uh, I don’t know where I should ask you this.” “You can ask me anything.” I gulped because I didn’t know how to ask. But I knew I must ask him. Otherwise, I would question it in my head until I got the answer. “Uh, well, it’s so embarrassing.”

“Number one, never answer a question under pressure. Take your time to answer at a leisure place. If you’re nervous, they can smell it and will prey on you like wild animals.” She had nodded along as he paced in front of her, while the stylists worked their magic, doing her makeup and styling her hair. “Number two, you don’t have to answer every question. You can pick and choose.” Finally he stopped pacing and looked at her directly. “Number three, don’t run away from the hard questions. The prying questions that are absolutely none of their business? Those are the ones that will make the people go feral. And those should he your focus.”

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.”

“Lay it on me.” “Lay what on you?” I asked, as he washed the broccolini in the sink. “Your first question.” “Oh, right,” I said, smiling coquettishly, as I thought of what to ask. “What’s your favorite color?” “Really?” Cal groaned, clearly dissatisfied. “Come on, I want a real question.” “We have to start with the basics,” I argued playfully. “If someone asks me what your favorite color is, I’m going to look like a complete buffoon if I don’t get it right.”

He was never going to tell me. I knew this so I never bothered to ask. “ Can I ask you something? ” The words slipped out of my mouth on their own, bringing Damien out of whatever trance he was currently in. Damien had never zoned out. Never. Not from the time I knew him atleast. “ One question. ” He warned as his eyes narrowed down. “ What is love? ” What a stupid question I could ask from all the questions hitting my mind all at once. But then again...

" If I ask any questions you are always saying *mimic * we will say when the time comes " " Don't ask your stupid questions to an elder." blah blah blah if I ask any questions you are all saying the same. what to do... 'Sigh' But it's well obvious that they are hiding something from me.