You know what they say — curiosity killed the brain cells when you licked the battery acid off that toy when you were young because you thought it was barbecue sauce — or something like that.
Inquisitive minds are a wonderful thing, but sometimes those same minds can get you into a heap of trouble. Maybe you just HAD to know how long you could go without sleep (three days but you hallucinated the last eighteen hours and thought you were in a video game). Or maybe you HAD to poke the cactus on its prickly spines only to find yourself with bloody fingers and a loss of dignity.
To be curious of the world around you is to be a contributing member of society. And by contributing, I mean we now know what NOT to do thanks to your perilous intuitions and lessons learned. Like, maybe don’t point the compressed air canister into your cup of coffee. Just sayin’.
