I get bored.
I am easily fascinated by the world but also ravenous, so when I find something new I pull it apart and learn its curves and edges then gobble it up and then feel like I know it and am appreciative but no longer as fascinated. I always know there’s something more to discover so I go seek it out.
But that means that very little genuinely surprises me. I’ve been doing this my whole life. I am bored easily and therefore when I get restless and the appetite is somewhat satisfied I find things and people to fall in love with because at least love is terrifying and in theory always new and truly playing with the fire of human emotion.
Even if it’s just me. Or one sided.
Which are two completely different things.