I get an incredible sense of accomplishment from figuring things out on my own, but I also run into a dilemma when I can't. By the time I hit that point, I'm so invested with my time and energy that I don't want to hand over all of my effort to the power of questions. Not so much because of the answers but because of a lack of answers. It's this stupid, disenchanting process of remembering that most people don't care, or, at best, don't have time or care. I bare my humility and it's left to evaporate. Instead, I keep my curiosity in a little metaphorical glass bottle. If it's contents are going to dissipate, it will be because I broke it rather than pouring it out.

I'm going to call that a toxic trait since it's cool and hip to have those nowadays. 🙃