Nosy Nellie

I am nosy.  I cannot help it, I’ve tried.  I literally have to bite my tongue or remove myself from a conversation if someone is going on about something I don’t know about.  I should learn to mind my own business better, I really should.  It’s what polite, level headed people do. 

I don’t want to know for gossip’s sake, I want to know to satisfy my inordinate level of curiosity.  I am like a child that sees an extravagant toy in the window.  I HAVE TO HAVE IT, the information that is.  For instance, if I find out my husband has a gift for me, I nag him to the point he tells me what it is or gives it to me.  And if he doesn’t relent, I get steamin’ mad.  It’s completely out of control. 

So when you find yourself talking to me and I seem to be asking too many questions or being too personal, do one of two things.  Pity me for being a slave to my ridiculous nosiness (and give me the scoop) or remind me to mind my own beeswax.  I will try really hard not to be offended or die from the sheer horror of not being able to know what I don’t know.  And above all, if you do decide to let me in on the story, know that I will take it to heart.  I will pray for you when you ask, I will have sympathy if you need it and I will not blog your business all over town.  Because one thing can override my crazy need for knowledge and that is, to be a dear friend.