It might not surprise regular readers to know that I’m a curious person. I ask questions. Why? How?
Although I know this about myself I’m conscious that in some ways I’ve been cruising a bit for a while. I’d become complacent. Disengaged. Uninterested. Content in my own little world of books, television and the like. I mean, I realise we’re always still learning and I’ve had various jobs and gigs over recent years that have required me to learn all sorts of important (and useless) stuff. A means to an end, if you like.
However, it wasn’t until these past couple of weeks that I’ve been reminded I can be quite nerdy in my need to ‘know’ stuff sometimes – even when it’s something that doesn’t actually interest me. I’ve been away for work and had to do some preparatory briefings before important meetings so had to talk to colleagues to get information that I could possibly, potentially be asked.
Some of my colleagues have rolled their eyes as I’ve asked inane and obscure questions. Others have fed my intrigue and I’ve found myself gathering useless facts. Sadly my memory is kind-of dodgy so I don’t necessarily retain that information in the medium and long term, but at the time I get a little buzz out of gleaning new information. And sometimes even a little smug that I’ve thought to ask possibly-ridiculous questions that others might not consider.
And though I may never need to know how hydrogen buses or robotic tractors work or the history of wool scours, it’s been a reminder that I’m not quite as complacent and disengaged as I was worried I’d become. I still have a thirst for knowledge. An ambition to know more. Understand more. To grow. And that’s a relief when I was worried I’d stagnated.
I should mention that after two weeks of being exposed to new stuff and meeting many (many) new and impressive people one’s head feels like it could explode. Or at least that’s how I was feeling by the end of my time away. Or perhaps that was just the COVID (I brought home with me) talking!