I’m a seething mass of questions. I breathe questions. But they aren’t, for the most part, Fluther-friendly questions.
My comment-to-question ratio is almost 100:1. It’s not a matter of laziness; I bust my butt on those comments.
I’m willing to bet that the people here who consistently provide insightful answers are all life-long compulsive questioners themselves. Their answers hit home because they know how to get to the heart of a matter. That’s a skill that they’ve honed on the whetstone of their own questioning.
When you’re a compulsive questioner, you learn to become at least somewhat focused in how you apply your questioning energies or you’re just a scattered mess. For me, as with many inveterate questioners, the questions that occupy me are ones I know I’ll have to deal with on my own.
That doesn’t keep me from being fascinated by seeing the kinds of questions other people are asking. There’s an element of voyeurism in that, I guess; it’s a peek into someone else’s question-scape. If I see there something that my own questioning has equipped me to help with, then I’m happy to do that.