"Meddle Me"

I am inquisitive.Very.

And today I finally accepted it. Not to anybody but myself. Smallest of things make me cringe if the possibility of learning about the 'deep-dark secret' behind them is low. I would go limits to know a juicy gossip, but still pretend I don't care much about it. I attribute this nature to being a woman. Well most of it anyway.

It's much like PMS really. Whenever convenient I show the curiosity, and at times when it questions my manners, I blame on it being feminine! Simple! Guilty as charged.

It's a quest for knowledge. A craving that doesn't hurt anyone, but might hurt me if I am the only one remaining out of the ‘loop-of-education’. Also, if there a secret floating around, someone has to be interfering enough to want to know it right? Otherwise what’s the point of a secret in the first place! The ‘don’t tell anyone but I’m telling only you’ is by far the funniest statement of all times. It has a tendency to fly around till someone whispers it back to the “secret originator” so to speak. Although, may I add that the un-matched look on the face when you are told your own secret via different channels is priceless. Painful, yet priceless.

In my defense, I am not mean or sadistic or prying. Ok, maybe I am a bit of a mess around monkey, but hey,..don’t talk about something that would raise my well trained mental acquisitiveness in the first place, if you don’t want to go along with it all the way! I need to keep myself updated. Enlightened. Hip- with it and in the pith and action of it all. And it’s but natural to go round the bend sometimes to gain that extra edge. It’s not snooping. It’s just called information seeking.

So tell me what you’re hiding. Promise…I will tell no-one! Well, almost no-one ;)