As you can obviously tell, I am extremely inquisitive. My posts are often riddled with tons of questions, largely unanswered and perhaps even unanswerable to large degree. But when did the human race become so afraid of finding the answers? I often say that there are some things, many things, that should be left unknown, but what happened to exploration, analysis, and scrutiny? When did knowing too much become a bad thing?
My Caribbean boyfriend even finally admitted that I ask too many questions, seek too many answers, and it hurt. I long for the day when someone not only acknowledges my curiosity but embraces it and keeps it safe, almost like a patient parent with a 3-year-old constantly asking why the sky is blue, why bark is both for dogs and trees, and why daddy doesn't come home at night.
Having a desire to know more is inherent to who I am, and being able to appreciate that is central to loving me. Period.
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