Weird Questions To Ask People Novels & Stories

All normal enough that I stopped thinking about the strange listing and just answered. Then — *Do you currently live alone?* My fingers paused. Odd question for a job application, but I selected *No* and moved on. *How many people are currently around you daily?* I stared at that one longer. Interview questions didn't usually look like this. I selected *Unsure* and clicked next. *Have you changed locations recently?* My stomach tightened slightly. I looked at the question for a moment, talked myself into a reasonable explanation — maybe it was about relocation preferences — and selected *Yes.*

“Uh oh. Let’s hear it.” “I feel like there’s a lot about you I don’t know these days. And I want to fix that. So why don’t we play a game of twenty questions.” He raises an eyebrow and folds his arms. “I get to ask you things too?” “Yeah, of course.” “Okay then. Deal.” I grin, pleased with the success. “Okay, tell me about your travels.” “That’s not a question,” he points out. I stick my tongue out at him. “What’s the most interesting place you’ve ever been to?”

Several more conversations followed a similar pattern as Leo continued asking oddly specific questions that seemed unrelated to whatever topic we were supposedly discussing, while repeatedly steering conversations toward observations, personal habits, leadership struggles, and moments that felt random enough to make me question whether he was suffering from some delayed playoff-induced mental breakdown. During one particularly bizarre exchange after practice, he casually asked whether I believed people revealed their real personalities when nobody was watching. The question arrived without context. Without warning. Without reason. I stared at him. “What kind of question is that?” He shrugged

"No, I have asked 5." "Well, it feels like 100." "Because my questions make sense, you exhausted yours with stupid questions." Questions like; Have you ever thought of going blonde? What do you think about pizza? Do you smell your feet?. "I haven't exhausted my question, I have 2 more questions left." "How do you feel about death?" I asked. "Geez, are you trying to make me sad or what?" "Just answer, Creep." "Inevitable." I waited for him to add more to the known word.

Whoever has to answer this question becomes uncomfortable while answering the question still, no one stops asking them and they get tired of giving the answer to the same irritable question asked by many in any function. She asked me " Now tell me when is your turn to get married?" Suddenly the smile on my face disappears because this is the worst question to answer and I think for today this must be the ninth or tenth time that I'm giving the same answer to the same question asked by many relatives. I feel like giving an answer in viva is better than to face the same kind of relative in different functions and give them all the answers to their same one question that "when will you get marr

“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 hope you have fun. Me: I will. I put my phone down and start to turn away, but then a thought crosses my mind. I turn back around and pick the phone back up. Me: Hey can I ask you a weird question? Tiffany: Sure. Me: Does it bother you? Where I stand on the issue of sex? Tiffany: What do you mean?

(Not my dad's but mine. "H- So what, hum bhi yahan rehte hain!" (We also live here.) "What's your name, girl?" he asked, impatiently grabbing her wrist. "Arey yar, kya ajeeb insaan ho aap. Ek he cheez puchte jaa rahe ho, kyun batayein hum aapko?" she said, trying to get away from him. (What a weird person you are, asking the same question. Why should I tell you who I am?)

" He suddenly asks, breaking the comfortable silence we'd settled into. "Well, now that do have one more question to ask." "Ask away." "What's your favourite colour?" He laughs "Off all things possible to ask, that's what you want to know? "Yes," I say resolutely. I know it's a silly question to ask, but I really feel that it's the little things that you know about someone that helps you understand a person and eventually become closer to that person. To me, Max is that person. He is someone I want to know inside and outside.

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.