I believe I am one of the most curious people you will ever meet. If you are confused by what I mean, let me give you a scenario.
Amanda, Lucas, and brother sit around the table. Brother turns the t.v. to football. Amanda sits there, watching for a second. Amanda is overcome with a thought and then a question; something along the lines of, question-how-many-bowls-are-played-in-college-football? Brother answers. Approximately 2 minutes later, Amanda has asked 12 more questions that could have escalated to something along the lines of question-how-many-brothers-play-in-the-nfl-right-now-against-each-other-right-at-this-second-in-the-nfl-right-now? Brother removes himself from the conversation.
Now, I get that questions like that can be annoying at times, but I am a woman who likes fashion and tea; do you think I know a lot about football? No. So, what does one do when they do not know much about something? Learn about it. This then makes me wonder something else.
Why does being curious have such a bad rep?
Simple. Because somehow, our society has associated asking questions with asking stupid ones.
This semester I am taking Economics and for the first couple of days, we’ve just been getting the course introduction. One thing my teacher stressed to the class was that “silly questions do not exist, what’s silly is you not knowing an answer to a test because you didn’t ask.” I felt a wave of vulnerability run through my body. Literally, I could feel myself let my guard down. Because too often, I am shut down with this sentence: “you ask the dumbest questions.” By my peers, by my elders, and sometimes, even educators slip up with us learners. Why are we so accustomed to refrain from asking questions because they may not be the right ones? (Pssstt. because some school environments teach us to.)
I find comfort in questions. Why? Because I find comfort in knowing things. I’ve grown to realize and accept that I am a person that wants to be in control or needs to know what I’m getting myself into, always. I think it partly stems from anxiety, and partly stems from confidence. But to me, my inquisitive attitude truly boils down to one thing: preparedness.
I am definitely a person who always needs to be prepared. Maybe that’s a problem, I’m sure it’s not always the best in certain situations -I know it’s not. Although I am confident that it has given me an advantage. The gift of being curious.
Despite the fact that I used to hate being called “the queen of questions,” or my middle name being replaced with “curious,” it’s enabled me to not only be prepared in unpredictable situations, but to learn and learn even more than that.
Questioning is simply a forte of mine, merely because I believe my questions have value and they mean something to me.
If you believe yours do to, ask them.