I’ll be honest, most personal questions make my skin crawl. Not sure why, really.
I feel like I’m being probed, uncomfortable with someone digging around in my psyche. At the same time, I’ll happily volunteer all sorts of information about myself (if you’ve been following the blog long enough, the primary problem may be getting me to stop volunteering it). Writers, Narcissists… you know how that is.
I think it’s a holdover from adult-asks-kid interview questions. Any time an adult asks you, “And what do you want to be when you grow up?” you’re nailed down, helpless in the spotlight.
It’s never comfortable in the spotlight. “Uh, well, uh…” Blush, stammer, fidget.
I was born to be a public speaker, you can tell.
Eventually I started using “Nuclear Physicist” as an answer to “what do you want to be”, cause it sounded smart.
Dumb kid.
So anyway, enough digression, back to the topic–“What question do you hate to be asked?”
Essentially, all of them.
What question do you hate to be asked? Why?
I might not hate, “Want a million bucks?” Someone, ask me that one.
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