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People and questions. Misguided. Why. Why would you ask. To learn, to experience.

You need experience which comes from asking so one day you can help someone who asks YOU a question.

Broaden your horizons.

NEAL

Hey mom?
Yes?
Nevermind.

Um, mom?
Yeah, honey
Uhhhh. I don’t know.

Mom?
What?
Um. Uh um um…um.

Asking is only a way to reassure ourselves that we can question.

Candice

asking for a pet monkey from his girlfriend was a stroke of genius and in proper perspective was not an unreasonable request

robin

is always scary.
what will the answer be?
will it ruin everything?
will it make everything better?
not asking can be worse.
because then you’ll never know.

erin

where is this going? what are we doing? is this a bubble, just asking to be popped… or is it something scarily, sanely, brilliantly real? something that is just, for once, going to work? all i’m asking is for a little clarity. all i’m asking for is a chance NOT to screw myself over again.

lizziface

asking questions
no where to go
what’s up with the show
no one knows

shalimar

I couldn’t believe what he was asiking of me. Did he actually think I was going to agree? Even if I wanted to do it, it was impossible. I would never be able to look at myself the same way again.

Lauriealexa

She was curious if there was a chance- any chance, that they would get back together. He looked at her with sorry eyes. “No.” “Am I asking for too much from you?” He couldn’t look at her. Not with her crying like that. Maybe she was asking for too much from someone who wasn’t ready to give all of himself to someone.

Nicole

ASK
ASK ME TO BE YOURS
ASK ME TO BE YOURS
ASK
ASK ME TO GO ON THAT RIDE
ASK ME TO GO ON THAT RIDE
ASK
ASK ME TO DINNER
ASK ME TO LUNCH’
WHEN WE WAKE UP ASK ME TO BREAKFAST
ASK
DONT ASK FOR NOTHING
DONT ASK FOR SOMETHING
IF YOU WANT ME TAKE ME
ASK ME AND I WILL SAY YES, YES

Enkychy

Asking questions. Asking for help. Always ask. The only stupid question is the one that is never asked. Ask lots of questions. Question everything. Ask some one how their day was.

Steve

omg I just got this one. My sister gave me the link to this site and she said that she keeps getting asking, too. BUt really it’s whatever comes to mind that I write, so I wonder how hers came out. I am sorta bored and didn’t want to do this, why did I get roped into it? My sister is always giving me a bunch of new things to try; music, websites, books. But me and her are different and a lot of times stuff doesn’t work out. Times is almooooooooooooost out

Emma Lou

Why does everyone always ask questions? especially stupid ones. Why is the sky blue or the grass green. WEhy can’t the sky be purple. Purple is a better color then blue. So is brown. But not shitrty brown, jsut other brown. Like dark chocolate, or milk chocolate. All creemy and whatnot. Y’know what I mean? I love chocolate, it’s wonderful. Any form of it. I love chocolate biscotti, which tastes good in chocolate milk. omg time is alsmost out now what?

Emma Lou

it is the act of communicating to another in a way that seeks information. It is a search, a way in which is really wanting to know and soo you ask

joseph Conti

is what i hate to do
teachers always tell me i should do it
advice
opinion
homework
nervous (for some questions)
for permission

Krystal

i was asked a question and I questioned being asked. had I not been asked a question I would not question being questioned because it’s all about questions and nobody likes questions because they scare them. question, question, quesiton , ask aquieein

bob

The man asked the woman what clothes she was wearing. He was blind, and couldn’t see, and since he couldn’t see women’s clothes, he had taken to asking them what they wore. He remembered from when he could see how he loved to see a woman’s clothes and how they fit her perfect shape. The man was very straight. But since he had been crippled and blinded in an accident, he very much mised being able to see a woman’s clothing. So he asked. The woman he spoke to now wore a skirt and and an overcoat. She was Mary Poppins.

Dizo

i was asking for some commitment. he was asking me not to ask him. so i just kept on saying things to get him used to the idea. then before i knew it he was saying them too. and laughng when i said them and continuing on. i was asking to be loved by him. asking for a future with him.

alyssa

a lot of questions is the way to get knowledge and maybe to annoy people. asking is the only way to receive. people asking me questions I cannot answer is the way I learn and grow. Asking is the most important skill I have.

LaurieM

I’m just asking you to be what you are.
you never were the brave one, that’s what you let on.
letting me think that you could save me,
how dare you lie.
I never asked you to be perfect,
but you acted like you were.
Then I was left with still needing the fact
that maybe you were brave,
and maybe more than anything was enough.
Although, the truth always was,
I could never have been safe enough for you.

Sarah

i often wonder what to ask people to start up a conversation. if i take to long thinking of what to ask i notice the conversation goes nowhere fast. if they step up and ask me something the conversation can go somewhere.

Josiah

questioning a form of inquiring why what who when how where relying on another to give you information wanting data wanting explanations requiring info huh? wha?

john

I was asking the question. Finally. I’d been holding it back for so long that it rushed out of my lips in one big gust. It made me fingers tremble in both ecstasy and nervousness. I’d said it! “Mr. Nelson… Can I go to the bathroom?”

gwen

i’m asking you a question. asking you whether or not something is, something was, how it is or how it will be. i’m asking to ask – to gain knowledge. i’m going to announce it ASK and not AX because it’s scary to AX someone in order to gain information. Gaining information…. it’s a never ending thing…. always every day. I will continue asking anything I can…

G-Nah

I was asking for the moon and the stars but you said you didn’t own them. I guess you could just give them to me, anyway. I was only asking the own them not to carry them around in my pocket or my purse. I just want to look at them and know that they are only mine because you gave them to me. What else can I ask for…the Pacific Ocean, the giant pine trees in Muir Woods? I wouldn’t have to put a note or a sign on them that says, “These belong to Rose.” You would give them to me and I would just silently own them for the asking.

Rose Justian

My daughter is asking me a million questions. Mostly she wants to know about a woman she met today who is getting married. The woman is 83. She is getting married to a man who is in his 60s. My daughter was asking me today if the couple is going to have babies after they get married. Sometimes the questions bother me, but this one really cracked me up.

Jen M

Asking isn’t what you’re supposed to do here. You’re supposed to listen, and take notes, and pay close attention to how they do it, because they always do it right. We’re not here to ask, or make our own decisions. We’re following a model, we’re following a template, and we’re following a path. This path’s too worn, I thought, and I raised my hand.

Tyler

I was asking myself what to do, and I couldn’t think. Choices like this weren’t supposed to have to be made. My mother at one end, my wife at the other, and I could only reach one. 15 seconds to go, and I was still asking myself how I was going to make this decision. Even more, how I was going to live with this decision? I decided.

Tyler

i wanted to ask a serious question and tell them how i felt. but knowing i wouldn’t get the answer i wanted. so I’ll sit here thinking of other ways to tell them. or maybe i won’t, who knows.

Arec

the quick brown fox jumps over the fucking lazy dog because he has nothing better to do. I can’t imagine why he would not engage in more spiritually enriching endeavors, but he has more free time on his hands than I do

Bob

I was asking myself these questions the other night. and I never thought that asking stuff would help the situation any better because it usually doesn’t. but this time it did. I figured out who I should to be with for the rest of my life. =)

Alisonn

He thought about asking her to tell the truth, but knew she wouldn’t anyway.

none

Telling, doing, thinking…what’s the difference?
What’s the point?
How much is too much to ask? A word, a favor, a life?
Can you ever ask for a life?
Yes.
But do you ever really receive it?
Love, life, religion….Is this whole thing a sham?
Ask and you shall receive.
Receive, and you’ll probably ask for more.

Angel McCorkle

uncomfortable feelings about asking Silently asking God or asking myself but not ever asking other people.

Diane

Asking was as easy as the breath I drew to speak..but in the protracted silence that followed I felt a flicker of unease that trembled like a torn spiderweb in the breeze, before strobing powerfully into a deep-rooted gut-clenching panic from that darker, older place where the foundations of my very world shook: ‘I should not have asked him that, I should not have asked him that.’

I dropped my eyes lest he should read therein the havoc my own rash question had set in motion; I nonchalantly traced a crumple in the bedsheet, trying to keep my breathing normal, heartbeat inaudible, sweat invisible though it prickled ice-cold at my armpits and sheened beneath my eyes. He was considering my question far too long: calculating the costs of honesty, the benefits of candour.

‘You can lie to me if you like’ I heard myself say.

Lynxcat

What are you asking me?
My life is filled with questions, asked, answered.
The worst are the ones that are unasked though.
They linger in the air, stifling, weighing heavy on all those around them. They pour from the eyes and the heart, but cannot be found in words.

klb

please, be kind, don’t just expect, explain yourself, make sure full comprehension, SAY PLEASE, and then thankyou

brett

I took a deep breath as my mouth rounded over the words i new could start a new world war. “Can I come?” I knew asking thi question would make him cringe in fury. “No,” He demanded abrutly. “Please,” I muttered helplessly. I couldn’t understand his fury completly but i just knew he wouldn’t reform. “You don’t unerstand Mary,” he finished. “I do… you hate me,” His teeth clenched. “No Mary you can’t go… Its too dangerous.”

Yvonne

I hadn’t really thought about what it meant to need until she asked my name. I understood the concern. I understood the principle. But never had I known the need.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

Jack TheRiot

everything that I was asking him for he rejected – he didn’t care for my needs nor did he care for me as a person – he wanted to see me in distress. i think it made him feel good. his laughter his scorn all became one to me. The bastard. mypain was palpable in our lives like a

Nicci

and i gazed upon him, silently asking my future with my eyes, my lips immobile. before he could utter a simple response, we melded together, he speaking for me, answering all that i had asked

kimberly

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