One thing about me: I’m never afraid to ask questions, and I never worry about whether or not I will appear stupid to someone else if I do.
And I never turn away or belittle anyone who asks an honest question of me.
I think life is about asking questions and getting answers (or at least trying to), which is why I keep asking, and asking, and asking.
I’m kinda like that kid in the back seat who keeps saying, “Are we there yet?!”
Except I think I’m cuter and my questions are not quite so inane.
Then again, that’s me making a judgement call on my own questioning behaviors. Others might, and DO, feel differently.
I was inquisitive as a kid.
I’m inquisitive now!
I never quite outgrew the thirst I have for more answers. I doubt I ever will.
My poor gramma. When I was a kid and came to visit, I used to go through her cupboards, snooping for anything new that might have been added to her treasure trove since the last time I was in her house. She always endured my curiosity with grace. She was great that way. Oh, how I loved that woman!
Can you share a time when you asked a question that got an unexpected reaction from another? Did you ever pester anyone with your many questions?