I seem to remember asking "why?" a lot as a kid. I always wanted to know about things and how and why they work the way they do. I was quiet and shy, but my inquisitive nature won out when I wanted to know something. And I remember reading all the freaking time. Not only novels that I would read while holed up under the kitchen table, but also encyclopedia sets and our Webster's Reference Dictionary that my grandfather had given us.
As I have gotten older, I think my tendency to ask "why?" has morphed into my need to understand people and their actions. I pride myself on being perceptive so when I am incorrect, it bothers me. I don't claim to understand everyone and their actions, but I can at least usually figure out the why and rationalize what's going on.
And I must have one of those black and white minds because I don't like ambiguity*. I always liked math more than english because in math, you always get the same answer**, while in english things just seemed so hazy and I hated that.
So, I'm trying to figure things out. Remember how I said I was so in my head the other day? Well, I will be until I start to understand a little clearer.
*Unless it's my own doing. Then I love it!
**Do NOT be a nerdbomber and counter this. Thankyou.