Why do I ask so many questions? Why am I always asking why? Why do you want to know?
Suppose you spent two long years immersed in a world in which you couldn’t understand anyone around you. Now suppose that you are fully reliant on those same people for your most basic of needs. Learning to communicate would be your top priority. And once you had developed the rudimentary means to do that, those two years of repressed questions would erupt like a long dormant volcano. So yes, I ask a lot of questions. But the world is a very complicated place, with many levels of nuance and distinct social norms. To which, please expect me to continue to bombard everyone with answering distance within everything that I could possibly want to know. Because hey, why shouldn’t I?