HOW curious are you? Do you ask questions when you meet someone new or find yourself in a fresh situation?
Many people seem incredibly incurious about life. They never ask questions or show an interest in others or in something new and I find that very strange.
I’m professionally curious, you see. I’m lucky enough to be a journalist so I tend to ask plenty of questions anyway – both professionally and personally, as it happens.
When my daughters brought a new boyfriend home, I unconsciously subjected them to the kind of grilling that would make the most hardened FBI officer proud. “So where do you live? What do your parents do? What are your plans for the future?”
Although my daughters hated it, it was quite natural to me. I’ve always had a healthy – arguable point – interest in other people’s lives and want to know more about them. The questions always come easily.
While this may help with interviewing all kinds of people, it also makes me concerned about people who wander through life never asking questions.
We go to New Zealand fairly regularly and I find the Kiwis a very accepting race but completely incurious about people’s lives. As a nation, they seem to accept people as they present themselves at that moment. Perhaps that makes them an ideal country to go to for the traveller – no-one bothers about you. That would never suit people like me who want every detail of people’s lives.
Whereas many people dread that moment on a visit to someone’s home when they drag out the holiday album, I love it. You can’t bore me with your snaps of Benidorm, 1983, or “this was when Auntie Elsie came to visit and we had a barbecue.”
Me? No, there’s nothing remotely interesting there. Pass on.