i'm intelligent. i don't have any reservations about stating it. i am intelligent. i've learned a lot by asking questions. from the time i could speak i've asked questions. how else am i to learn? if i didn't ask questions i would only have knowledge that people offered me. i wouldn't have that which i would otherwise seek on my own. more than likely, you aren't going to learn a lot that way. so, i ask questions. questions... are tricky. asking one can change the course of an evening... or lifetime. you should be certain you want the answer. i should be certain i want the answer. often, they slip out. and almost immeditately, i want to suck the thought back into my lungs. although, some parts of me want an answer. i'm scared of the answer (only because in my head i know what it may be)... yet, a small piece of me is hoping to get a different response. a "non-answer" plagues me. it sits in my gut full of red stained regret. it will, hopefully, subside. eventually.


so... i've learned a lot... and i hope learning is never finished with me. i'll never have enough of it.