Curiousity Killed the Dale

It's contemplative, self-exploratory post time!

I ain't gonna lie - there are parts of me that I wish I could change. One of them is my curiousity. The saying 'curiousity is a curse' rings true for me I feel. I just always seem to want to know details; generally about people and their pasts. I know that it's good to get to know a person by asking these sorts of questions, but sometimes I have a tendency to go too far. The problem is that I'm sometimes inclined to ask questions that are a little too personal, or delve into territory that is painful for someone to think back on, but if I don't ask these questions I get hung up. Often it leads to incorrect assumptions, and other times it leads to communication coming to a halt because I get stuck on a detail that I dont know, or am too afraid to ask. Why can't I just accept that people are the product of certain past experiences, which have moulded them into who they are today, and not have to know exactly what those experiences were? It's quite frustrating to tell you the truth. If anyone is looking for test-subjects for new anti-curiousity pills, I'll gladly step up to the plate! Hideous side-effects and all!

Another part of me that I wish I could change is my inability to verbalise my thoughts and emotions properly, but that's a whole other can of worms (yes, something else that I'm SURE youre looking forward to... :-P).

On a different note, I'm going to the sometimes scary orthodontist on Monday morning. His name is Doctor Kershon and he has an amusing, although sometimes unnerving, South African accent. I guess I owe him a lot - my teeth are all nice and straight and sometimes they sparkle and gleam - but I still have a slight fear of the technical instruments that he invades my mouth with. The buzzing one disturbs me the most. It's like a buffer, but for your teeth. *shudder*

Finally, I'm the happiest I have been for a long time. It's a really good feeling. So thank you, main source of my newfound happiness. :-)

Dale.