I think to much.
Everything is interesting to me. Most of if it, interesting to no one. I can’t tell you how many times I ask Sarah “Hey, have you ever thought of ______?”
“Isn’t that interesting though? It’s never crossed your mind?”
I love to know why things happen and how they work. But this need I have can cause a lot of damage.
On more than one occasion I can think of someone sharing their excitement, “look at this” or “you’ll never guess what I got” or “look what I’m being asked to do”.
Instantly I want to understand. Why is that interesting? Why would you buy that? Who would possibly ask you to do this?
I can be a real jerk.
I just can’t understand the why or how and so I try. I start to ask questions, but my questions don’t encourage, the discourage. Often my questions don’t add to the excitement but quash it.
Often my need to understand robs the person I’m speaking with of their joy and happiness.
Maybe this never happens to you. Maybe you’re great at being excited with someone.
But if you’re like me, we have got to be less selfish, because there is nothing loving about it.