Weird Questions To Ask People Novels & Stories

‘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 followed him to his car, and once we were both in, he turned on his car engine and drove to I don't know where. "Do you like comedy?" He asked, and I looked at him as if he had grown two heads. "I don't know!" That was all I told him. I mean, I didn't know what to say. The question seemed out of context. A weird silence consumed us for a while before he asked again. "What do you think about Deadpool?" "What is wrong with you?" I answered his question with another question. "I mean, what's with the weird questions?" He chuckled before he added,

he pointed out. I shook my head at him. This man had a come back for everything. "That you did." "So, tell me something about yourself," I said conversationally, cringing a little internally. I hated it when someone asked me that. It was such a vague question with endless answers and it both frustrated and confused me when someone asked that. Because really, what answer could one give to that? It could be anything from their favourite colour to how they nearly killed someone in an accident once.

Okay, so I’d like to get fewer weird looks, to not be gossiped about in our building and at the campus, and I would really appreciate it if people wouldn’t ask me personal questions. I still get asked if our home life is a never-ending orgy. It’s like these people think that because I’m dating three guys, our home life must be some never-ending porno. It’s ridiculous. No couple’s relationship consists of nonstop sex. And I can’t begin to say how annoying it is when girls ask how I managed to land three men and worse if they can borrow one.

“I have a small question" “Yes. What is it about?” “Isn’t it weird that we have been talking for a quite while yet? We don’t know the names of each other. Is it just me who just noticed it?”

If I decided to ask those questions. Probably not.

The regret of not being braver in that moment had room to grow now that someone else was asking questions. “Yes the color of her eyes. Don’t you get it already? Does your boss go out in the mornings?” The question came like a test, like something someone had asked in a class where the stakes were different and the wrong answer burned. I blinked because the implication was weird and sudden. We do not talk about sunlight casually in this business. People like to pretend rules hold them safe while the rules get bent by the hands of men who know how to avoid sun-burning. It was ridiculous to be asked such a thing, and it made me suspicious of his motives. Men who asked stupid questions often had

He asks, looking back away toward where the maid had disappeared. “I was just wondering,” I begin, not really sure if there was an appropriate way to ask the question or if I should just come out and say it, “, why are some people so weird around you and others aren’t?” The question seemed to take him by surprise as his ears lift slightly and pull back. I didn’t even know he could do that. Then he smiles warmly,

“Who knows about this? And don’t tell me ‘no one’ I want names. Who are the doctors who examined you?” Jay opened his mouth, but I was already steamrolling over him. “And most importantly—” I leaned forward, my eyes locked on his—“who did you sleep with?” The last question sounded weird in my head and I ended up laughing at my crazy thought… who did you sleep with? Really Lena…? What a weird question to ask.

I replied, suddenly realizing that my palms were sweating. "Where do you see yourself in five years?" he said, cocking his head to the side. I blinked confusedly at him, then I said, "Seriously? You light candles, play Marvin Gaye, and your opening line is a job interview question?" He grinned at me and said, "What? I'm trying to get to know you. You know, put you at ease. Isn't that what people do before they... you know?" "Fuck?" I deadpanned.