Sceptical ways

I’m a sceptic. I have the ability to look at all sides of the argument and I’m not usually satisfied til I have exhausted every avenue. Even then I’m wary of making a decision about something unless I have all the facts. I hate being one- sided and if I can’t find information for all sides if an argument it bugs me. I mean really bugs me. Sometimes it drives me to seek. To find. To use canine instinct to hunt some info down. But my natural scepticism often kicks in when I don’t want it to. Basically if you told me something, I wouldn’t believe it. I would probably batt my eyelids and nod in agreement but underneath the girly facade is a brain thinking through every tiny bit of your argument. I need proof. Cold hard proof.
But I’m also very good at thinking fast and making a quick decision. I’m even scared of this trait myself. Sometimes it appears to be a rash decision. Impulsive. Thoughtless. But somehow I have logically weighed up the decision very quickly. I still don’t understand this ability. While others are carefully weighing up the options I have thought it through and made a decision, while they are still on option 1. However, I’m also blessed with stubbornness. Lethal when mixed with scepticism. It basically means once I have made a decision usually only God can change my mind. Lol I’m good at saying no. And sticking to it. That is if I actually say no. Most of the time I’m so laid back that saying no is ‘way harsh, man. Where’s the love?’
Figure that one out. Sometimes it means I can say no to my students’ nagging and stick to it. Sometimes it means I can made a sound judgement and see the bigger picture intuitively when very few can. Sometimes it means I can engage in a debate and not back down til I ‘win’, to my shame. Sometimes I have such an insatiable appetite for knowledge and truth that I literally cannot rest until I have it worked out in my head. Sometimes it means I can be surrounded by advertising and still ignore it. Sometimes it means I will take an unpopular view on something which people view as ‘dangerous’ or ‘reckless’ and I stick to it just to prove them wrong. Sometimes it means I will spend hours researching when I should be out socialising, but driven by the need to ‘know’.
Of course I say sometimes. I am, after all, flawed. I am a girl and sometimes my emotional response takes precedence.
There’s a glimpse inside my head.