Basically

Ever since I can remember, I've been fascinated with figuring things out. Why people act the way they do, why they say the things they do, just basically anything you can imagine. So when we started dissecting behavior patterns in serial killers in my 12th grade forensic science class, I was enthralled. This was everything I ever wanted, and more. (Except maybe not because we were studying creepy old men who do some pretty nasty things, but we can pretend this is what I wanted? Eh?) So when things don't have a definite answer, it makes me a little anxious. I need answers, I need things to be explained, and when people fail to do so, or there just simply is no exact reason, I go a little nuts. This is why I hate when people tell me half of their story, or only explain things half way. This is also why mythbusters makes me angry. Because sure, there are times when they can prove or bust a theory, but there are certain times when the theory just is unsolveable. And that is not okay with me.