Knowing when to stop

Dammit, don’t you just hate it when you find something out you shouldn’t have, but don’t have all the facts to know if you should be worried or not?

As I’ve said before, I’m a naturally nosey person. Things bug me, so I investigate. People lie and I notice.

Body language gives away so much – excessive talking even more.

Then there are other clues. Things you’d normally not notice. Things that are seemingly harmless. Things that have the ability to bring everything crashing down.

But then sometimes, you can pick up all those pieces – the body language, the lies, the curious combination of events, the clues – and build a jigsaw simply by ramming the pieces into place. After all, if you hit them hard enough, they will eventually fit. If you force something to seem to be true, it may eventually come true.

And sometimes, when you’re so busy ramming the jigsaw pieces in the wrong places, you miss the slots they were meant to fill.

This can sometimes be worse, or it can sometimes be better. But once you’ve started piecing things together, there’s no going back from your chosen path.

I’ve been ramming pieces of a jigsaw recently. I’ve been incredibly nosey.

I hope I’m wrong.

I think I’m going to throw this jigsaw away.