Daily Prompt: Plead the Fifth

What question do you hate to be asked? Why?

Any question that begins with “I know you’ve been asked this before but….” If the asker knows I’ve been asked it before, s/he should have the wherewithal to find how I answered it before. Is the questioner trying to catch me out with a lie or inconsistency? Or is s/he too lazy to find out what I already said?

I also don’t like “playful” questions about my height. “How’s the weather up there?” may have been vaguely humorous the first time I heard it, but thousands of times later, it has lost any hint of comedy it might once have had. My height is a fact of nature and not one amenable to change, short of lopping off some leg, or shrinking in old age. As neither of these has happened (yet), I don’t understand the need for questions about it. “How tall are you, anyway?” is occasionally acceptable in a new acquaintance, but otherwise smacks of mischief-making.

Luckily, I have outgrown that noxious query, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” Answers such as  “alive” were seen as too smart-alecky even when the answer was given in sincerity. All other such queries were only interested in evoking whimsy or humor at my expense anyway, and were not enjoyed.

And there’s nothing like the insincere “How’re ya doing?” Heaven forfend if I reply with honesty. So what’s the purpose? Have we lost the ability to make conversation without using such replacements for real care and concern?

This question has brought out the curmudgeon in me. It has invited me to look at all the ways people can annoy with questions. This is a very negative space to inhabit. and frankly, I’m done.


2 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: Plead the Fifth

  1. susieshy45

    I have often been asked how tall I am till I moved to a country where the average height of women is at least an inch more than mine. So there !
    I was often asked who would marry me, because I was tall( growing up).

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