If you're not too familiar with me, you might not know that I'm a self-proclaimed know-it-all. I love learning and I love to know things that you don't. I grew up in a family that exuded proficient skills in useless knowledge and told-ya-so practices. We are everyone's empty feeling of intellectual anguish (or so we think).
Over time I would learn to curb my ravenous hunger for correctness. I would see myself blossom into somewhat of a courteous and quieted voice in conversation. Yet, my desire for information increased and multiplied again and again and again.
As I danced through the endless corridors of intellectual possibility, there presented itself a new opportunity. A female had wandered her enchanting blue eyes into my view. Her siren's song leading me into the rocks and shores of reality that I'm too certain I will not survive. I keep thinking to myself, "enjoy the intrigue, enjoy the pursuit, enjoy what you can learn about her and yourself." So I will.
Time would pass and I would become enchanted by this de rigueur vixen's every movement. This is wear my curiosity comes back to bit me. In the rigors of growing and knowing one another one must open themselves up and poor honesty out like water to a thirsting heart. But, there is something to be said for being too honest.
What I have learned is that honesty is by far the best policy, but it should be made clear to what limits you will take that honesty. I had had a conversation that I more than willingly condemn and despise (that makes two of us). I learned things I didn't want to know and I said things I really shouldn't say. No one was hurt, but everyone left with the same feeling of filth draped across their bodies.
What I've learned is that although I will always be a curious person, there are somethings I just don't need to know. There are things I shouldn't have to consider and there are definitely things that are better off left unsaid. You live, you learn, you regret learning, you never forget. I just don't need to know it all.
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