I know I haven't had a real post in a couple of weeks but that had been a result of many things that had been going on in my mind.

I had a lot of soul searching to do which actually had become a rather harrowing experience at first. My own thoughts had even driven me to tears a couple of times.  Of course now that I had come to a conclusion that not only left me at peace but also gave satisfactory results, I can kick myself in the arse for losing sleep over all of it. I did learn something about myself that I find rather interesting, though.

Anybody who knows me knows I am a gadget geek.  I tend to explore new toys checking every menu and trying every function until I have learned everything I can possibly learn short of taking apart the gadget and re-assembling it all over again. For that matter, if I thought I could and still have it function properly I probably would.

I tend to do the same thing with my own thoughts. This isn't surprising considering my very nature. I pick apart and analyse every bit of my thoughts just to test out what I feel about whatever subject matter that has me perplexed. I can't always say that this is a good thing because some things are not meant to be over thought. Someday I am going to have to learn not to do that.

What I did find very interesting being the curious person that I am, is that when it comes to other people I do not ask questions. I have always felt that if someone wanted me to know something, they'll tell me. Otherwise it is really none of my business. I may be aching with curiosity but never would I be so bold in asking.  

Although, once given permission to ask questions freely, I am finding that I do the same thing with other people that I do with myself. I will question and ask until I know everything I can about the unfortunate soul who gave me the okay to ask. I will start digging and prying (can someone be considered prying if they have permission to ask whatever they want?) and come to conclusions then ask if the conclusions I came to were right or not and all in the name of satisfying curiosity.  To be fair, I am also trying to learn all that I can about that person, too.

 

Now the question I have about all of this is how come it was perfectly okay for me to not know everything about a person, but the minute they tell me to ask, all of a sudden I want...no scrap that...have to know?  I can blame curiosity and nosiness easily enough but sometimes I think there is more to it than that because I wasn't that nosy in the first place.  Curious, yes.  I'm always curious...to a fault.  But unless prompted, I can keep that personality trait at bay.