Tonight I realized that I ask a lot of questions. Why do I do this? 😉
I ask people questions and wait for the answer. I ask rhetorical questions to get people thinking…or get myself thinking. I ask questions I don’t know or don’t want to know the answer to and I ask questions about nonsensical bullshit that doesn’t matter. So, what the fuck is my point? Am I being adorable or annoying? Intelligent or ridiculous? What difference does it make and who even cares?
I do ask myself a lot of questions. I think that is okay…except for the times when I over-analyze in order to answer the question. Maybe I need to set up a boundary for myself and this asking question nonsense.
Situation: A thought, problem or question occurs. I will limit myself to 3 questions regarding motivation & meaning behind the thought and resolution to the thought. Then, I must move on.
I’ll try it—
Okay, I just spent 20 minutes thinking of 100 topics that I have issue with and 6 thousand questions for each topic, so this is not going to work today or ever.
I’ll try again.
Example: The little babies that get thrown into the pool just open their eyes and learn to swim because they don’t know to be afraid of the water yet. Q1: When do we grow up to be afraid? Q2: How does this relate to the things I fear in my life today? Q3: Why doesn’t the chlorine burn their eyes like it does mine?
Okay, moving on.
I have more questions to ask and ponder but to what avail?