If curiosity killed the cat, it’s
death by a thousand curious cuts for me. I have an insatiable
appetite to understand things. If I hear a word that I like, but
don’t understand the definition or proper usage, I Google it. As an
example, when I wrote the first sentence above, I wondered if there
was a medical term for “death by a thousand cuts” and so I
searched the internet for it. There is not. The act of searching did
in fact lead me to read about some other topics related only by
keywords.
This curiosity drives me to read, to be
observant, and to experience things. I want to know about everything.
I want to understand the world, people, and myself. I want to know
how things work on a macroscopic and microscopic level. I want to
ride a camel through the Sahara desert, drink vodka (which I hate) in
Russia, and dance Tango in Argentina. Before I do, I want to
understand the history, climate, and biology of the desert. I want to
understand the history of Vodka in Russia, how it’s made, and the
local customs. I want to be an expert Tango dancer and understand the
origins of the dance and the Argentine culture.
When first hearing that perhaps I was
gifted, I spent hours on the internet and at the bookstore trying to
read anything I could get my hands on about it. I want to understand
it. I’m very curious about people. I want to understand their
thinking, their personality, and what makes them who they are. It is
enjoyable to watch people and observe how they behave. I have a very
strong interest in psychology and psychoanalysis. I want to know …
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