My Questions and Your Answers

Being the inquisitive, nosy person that I am, I ask a lot of questions. Yes, some of them are even to myself. “Why did I do that?” “What are my intentions in this matter?” “Where is my cell phone???” You see, I’m a perceiver and I practice self-talk to encourage my internal growth. I’m also a teacher and even my students will tell you, “Mrs. Hoskins’ favorite questions are ‘why’ questions.” But that’s besides the point…

Questions lead to answers. Not always the counterclaim for which you desire, but at least an explanation for one’s actions or a report of general facts. (Google is one of my dearest friends) In a query, you have to consider the source. When examining my own thoughts, it’s sometimes difficult to reach a conclusion, however, I’m the expert of my own thought processes. I wouldn’t ask you to analyze what’s going on with me cognitively.

Despite my intrinsic tendency to argue with myself, I often search for weight loss solutions like so many other spoiled Americans. Yet, I’m not going to quiz the teeny bopper who has been thin her whole life or the pleasantly plump Weight Watchers consultant. I’ll ask my dad who has dropped 90lbs this year! When I’m looking in to college tuition costs, I will not rely on Ask.com. I’ll reference an “.edu”. Speculating about relationships with my single or divorced friends will get me nowhere. I’ll simply ask my significant other.

Which brings me to my boyfriend…
Asking questions are where he and I are different, although we are the same in so many ways. My “bae” (that’s what the kids are saying these days) is a thinker, a logical thinker and I love that about him. Don’t get me wrong, he attains plenty of knowledge from reading and what not because he prefers facts over others’ interpretation or perception. Probably because he merely doesn’t care about what people think. Nonetheless, he’s an incredibly intelligent man. In fact, he’s amazing. Handsome, funny, creative, patient, independent, wise, chivalrous, and direct (hence why I don’t have to ask him many questions). Among other quirks I encompass, he enjoys teasing me about “my questions” as he calls them. I assume, ironically, he finds it endearing instead of annoying (I’m sure I’ve asked him before). I like when teases…flirts…with me. Anyhow, he’s a ponderer while I’m an asker. The difference between us.

So…before your wandering thoughts betray you, just know…

I don’t feed my addiction “afterwards” because I don’t want to leave your side.

I quieten my questions and/or comments during the aftermath because I took for granted that you relished the silence.

Maybe I should have asked 😉

My questions and your answers,
Sly girl