Curious As A Cat

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What up! What up! What up my homies and homettes!? On a curiosity note, ever since I was around 4 or 5 years old, I can remember that I’ve been curious about anything, everything and everyone around me. I used to ask so many questions to my parents and sisters, that sometimes they got mad at me. Even now that I’m 49 years old, I haven’t changed a bit. You see, the thing is, that when I ask certain questions, for example, about homosexuality, most of the times, my family and friends look at me weird. I really fucking hate having to explain myself to them, and tell them that I am not crazy or a homosexual… not that there anything wrong with it. I ask such questions, only because I’m interested about how other human beings feel, think and makes them do what they do or think how they think. Not because I’m interested in the sex act. I mean, I ask my shrink questions about different mental illnesses, but that doesn’t mean that I’m suffering from them or that I am “crazy”, It’s just that I want to learn and understand them. I even ask questions about businesses, but that doesn’t mean that I want to be a businessman.

After a while, the way that I started looking at people who looked at me weird is, that they are closed-minded individuals who really don’t want to learn shit. Is like if they were just put on this planet, to be like robots and or computers and follow commands. To be honest with you, I’ve always like to ask… WHY? Why did you do it this way, rather than doing it that way? Why did you say this, rather than saying that? Why did you go this way, instead of going that way? If inventors, scientists and other curious people never asked questions, where would we be right now? I guess, that what I’m trying to say to my loyal 1.5 readers is, to fuck everything and everybody, never be afraid to ask… WHY?

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!