Curiosity kills the cat!

It's not bad to be a curious person. The excitement and the thrill are really somewhat addicting. You ask more for knowledge and information. You tend to analyze and investigate all the mysteries that you have encountered. Thus, once you find answers to your questions, you feel temporary fulfillment, and when the slightest detail of suspecting events, you become more and more curious.

It's not bad to be a curious person especially you are a woman. It is an innate personality of being a woman. It appears as your powers that you have to nourish and conserve. I'm not saying that men are not curious at all. Let's put it this way, women are more obviously curious people.

It's not bad to be a curious person. I am a woman and I am definitely curious. I tend to ask all whys and find more hows. I cannot stop unless I have found answers. I feel fulfilled once I achieved it and I tell you what, once I figure out that my assumptions are true, it is damn satisfying. The feeling of joy that cannot be explained. I feel I am like the girl version of the anime, Detective Conan, or should I say, Sherlock Holmes, though I am not as smart as they are, but hey, don't you feel the same when you have found the answers you are dyingly looking for?

However, it is not easy to find those answers. You have many obstacles to go through. That excitement will be replaced with anxiety. Time is running and you feel something is missing whenever you are about to sleep, and then your mind wanders. The sad news girls? Being curious is really bad at some point. Because of the vast amount of adrenaline that keeps us searching, looking, and asking, we forget that knowledge hurts too. We forget that everything we may find out is costly. It badly stings. Once you discover the truth, it will really be painful. It becomes more painful if you are not ready for it. Based on my experience, it is somewhat destructive and it makes me feel devastated. Yeah, I have felt great when I discover that my assumptions are real, but I feel numbest when I realized that those assumptions and eventually become truth turned out regrets. It's like the more I keep on searching for the truth, at the same time I am also digging my own grave. Why? Because it is too late for me to realize that I may find something bad and hurtful, but I keep pushing it or maybe I know something bad will happen, but I still keep looking for it because I prefer to be hurt later on than to live with lies now. Which is which? It won't change the fact that curiosity can really kill you.