Is it normal to be super curious about everything?
All my life there has been one outstanding characteristic about me that defines me in life, viz., curiosity. I used to groove on the tales of Sherlock Holmes. Even Lieutenant Columbo intrigued me because he appeared so humbled by the rich people he would interrogate before driving home in his old wreck of a car. And in the end he had the answer much to the surprise of the superior rich people.
I have always had a secret conviction that I could figure out most of the meaning of life and so I have read and studied philosophy, science, etc. a lot, realizing finally that it's probably futile since one answer I arrived at was that the meaning of life is peanut butter as suggested by Larry King.
But I can't break the habit of curiosity and my Beautiful Princess has often warned me that curiosity killed the cat, and so I should be, in the words of Elmer Fudd, "vewy, vewy careful."
Is it normal to be so driven by curiosity about everything from String Theory to aberrant sex practices among the natives of the South Foo Foo Islands.