I’m reposting this for introspective’s sake. Have a good weekend.

I’ve come to realize that I like to think in questions. I ask questions of myself and of others (yeah, you know who you are, especially those of you who’ve had to endure my “psychiatric evaluations"). I’ve discovered a lot about myself and about life in general through questions. I can’t tell if it’s just because I’m curious about everything, and it’s certainly not because I want to be more knowledgable about any one thing, but the “difficult” questions always help me understand things better.

Perhaps this is just as well.