Morbid Curiosity
I first came across the term "morbid curiosity" while on a trip to Taal (with Alds, Che, Mario and Joe-e). That was one fun and eventful and an educational day… well, mostly for them.
Anyways, back to the topic. So what is morbid curiosity? I just checked on the net if there is any formal definition to this term. Unfortunately, there was none. I think Che just made this term up. (She has this funny way of twisting words around, making new terms or sounds. Miss you, Che!)
We say it is morbid curiosity when the curiosity of a person goes beyond the normal curiousness. We say it is morbid when the answer to one’s questions bring about negative emotions such as grossness, mind-revolting, or even… pain.
But then men are made to be curious: about their surroundings, predicaments, situations. Man has the ability to question everything; this is what most philosophers insist that separates humans from animals.
But then again, there are just some things that need not be known but we are just too curious to let it go. I often fall myself into this trap. Ever since I was a kid, I just keep on popping up questions. Just not that satisfied with simple answers, need to dig deeper to its core existence… its essential meaning.
Sometimes I wish I was never brought up to be that: question everything. There are times I just wish I learn when to shut up. But it’s like a disease. You just can’t get enough peace of mind until you’ve asked and been explained and told what it’s all about.
Oh well, I guess that’s just who I am.
