Curiosity killed the cat


 To be loved is to be known. Those I love I seek to know. As I pursue to know people more, the more I come to love them. The greatest expression of this, is found in the Psalter, where it is shown that God who knows us, better than anyone else ever could. Created us, knows us, and loves us. I find it to be such a privilege getting to know people. Peeling back the layers and getting to see who they really are. I really do delight in getting to learn about people empirically. Getting to see those I hold dear when they're, hungry, excited, bored, sleepy, loud and quiet. 

Due to a growing sense of self-awareness and other people's observations. I have been diagnosed as being a very inquisitive person. I really do notice it most of all when I meet new people. The first conversation is usually an onslaught of questions. I can't help myself but want to know what language a multilingual person thinks in, by themselves versus with others. The end to my questions, is me building a mental dossier, about who the person is, and figuring out how to love them and relate to them.

 

 Adversely, I have found my questioning tiring people out. It has made me have to put breaks on the curiosity that fires my engine. Some have said that it almost feels like they are being examined. The closest thing to an answer, as to why I do behave like this at times, is that there's an exchange that I have going on in my head. I give you information you give me information. If anyone ever asked me a question, I wouldn't hesitate to give a truthful answer. I do this a fault, and in some instances even ruined a surprise. 

 A philosophy I have employed to avoid pitfalls, is asking questions, whose answer I can be ready for. There are times when I have realised that with great questions come great responsibility. Now that I have acquired new information, it may mean I have to take action. There is a commitment of sorts I have to make, because you have trusted me with this information, I want to honour this trust and do something about it. Usually, if  I don't forget, the primary thing is praying for you. The burden of knowing, and not doing anything about it is immeasurable. So I have to ask myself, before asking about a certain issue, if I am going to be able to handle the outcome responsibly. 


 

Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back. I love a good question. It has the ability to stir one up into thinking. Reflecting upon what was under the surface and unnoticed the whole time. It's a friend asking me if I am okay, after noticing a slight shift in my tone. It's an ask, that opens one up to share their joys and burdens. It's a trait I verily and truly admire, when people show concern for others, even for strangers. We may never know what one is going through, the first step to over come that is a simple question. How are you really doing?

 

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  1. DeniseSeptember 10, 2025 at 4:22 PM

    This is such a relatable piece! I am quite the inquisitive person and I started to realize my questions may be tiring people out. I just want to know people on a deeper level, and know if they’re okay. I can’t help my curiosity sometimes! But I didn’t think about the information I am getting being a responsibility to me. That really shifted my perspective. Am I really ready to accept all the answers I am getting and do something about it? That’s something I will be pondering on. Thank you for sharing this Blessing.

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