This week I told someone I was a writer anticipating an entire questioning but instead the conversation just moved on. I was shocked but pleasantly shocked. It was a completely new experience. The last person I told about the blog questioned it so much I ran out of answers. Same with the people who found out on their own. Actually they were worse. They made me run out of answers times two. I figured if it makes me happy to do this, which it does, why do they get to question it? Why do they get to ask questions?
This is a ‘’fight’’ no one can ever win. I mean if it makes me unhappy I get questions, if it makes me happy I get questions. So what is a girl to do? Herself. She is to do herself, because if it wasn’t writing that I was into but something else I would get questions either way. This leaves me to wonder why everyone feels a sense of entitlement to question my life decisions? Well not everyone, now I am generalizing but you know those whose life are absolutely not affected by it. They especially tend to question things the most. Before I continue I must admit that to me there is a big difference between asking questions and questioning things.
In very basic principle you are doing the same thing. However when one looks a little closer, pragmatically I mean, we find differences once we also add the social aspects of things. Or as the general public calls it: ‘’Reading between the lines’’. Between the lines with questioning is really nothing written. Everyone seems to be clear on the fact that the questions being asked come from a place of doubt, objection and or fear (police questioning is besides the point here). But when one is just asking questions and not questioning the motives are infinitive. Which, to be fully honest, scares me senseless. Especially since I fail to believe that the questions come from a place of pure and utter curiosity. I mean what is it that they will do with the information?
More importantly why does the information matter so much? Isn’t it enough to just know the headlines? What will the fine print change? For a person whose life will be altered by the information a lot, but a person whose life doesn’t change at all, absolutely nothing. Now don’t get me wrong I am no saint. I too have asked my fair share of questions that haven’t always come from a point of curiosity but from nosiness. So the question upholds itself for me as well. What will I do once I have gathered the information? Knowing myself nothing. I’ll just know and that will be that. Then again why is it important to know? Why can’t we just say ‘’Okay’’ or ‘’I’m happy for you’’ and leave it at that.
The fact that the person I told didn’t ask anything made my heart incredibly happy. I mean the why, how and when really are no one’s business but my own. Healthy curiosity then yes I will happily answer your questions, but any other motive no, I will not. I just can’t help but feel that if I were to answer the questions stemming from any other motive I would be feeding them information to judge. To judge me, my life and my decisions. Now I am not an insecure person and honestly could not care less what the opinions of others are. I just figure that once they know, they’ll come back for more information. Which obviously is a bother to me. I just now have to figure out whether this is a bother I need to fix or just let it be.
A story without questions left me with a lot of questions.