Ever since I was a little girl, I always knew I wanted to know things. Not to be involved — no, no, no. I don’t want to participate. I just want to know. Information, context, details. If things are happening within earshot, line of site, or my general proximity, it’s probably worth understanding. . . right?
Some people might consider this being nosy (me, I’m the people), but I also think it’s just being observant. Curious. Aware of my surroundings. I’m not saying I go looking for information, but if it presents itself to me, I’m not going to ignore it. That would be irresponsible.
Am I eavesdropping or am I educating myself on the world around me? It feels like I’m. . . expanding my horizons. Learning, if you will. Sorry that I’m a lifelong learner. Sorry that I excelled in school and never stopped.
I’m not saying I’m going to do anything with the information. I’m not necessarily going to repeat it. I just want to store it away. For awareness. Or emergencies. It’s investigative journalism. Minus the journalism.
Honestly, some of the most interesting things I’ve ever learned are things that have absolutely nothing to do with me. And that’s the way I like it.
Double Dog Dare You: “Investigate” a conversation you were absolutely not a part of but don’t tell a single soul what you heard.
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