Noseus Problemus: A Short Piece On What Makes Me Me

Jill Kunishima

"Jill has a nose problem."

That is the now famous description of myself according to my late aunt Martha. She was a bubbly, buoyant, and unlucky woman, as those five words described my state when visiting her, each and every time. As the story goes, my parents and I would arrive at her house, the hugs and "hellos" would begin… and I'd be off on my voyage of discovery to the far corners of her house.

So I was a bit nosey. So what?

My diagnosis of noseus problemus did not improve over time. I may not have scrounged around in random family member's closed off chambers anymore, but there was always something for me to investigate. My rationale was always: If I don't do it, who will? Who would figure out how many pill bugs lived under the rocks in the yard, or what the neighborhood cat was really up to?

As I grew older, things did not change. And even today, while I don't poke around in people's houses, or count insects, or follow cats around the block anymore, my inquisitive nature remains, and is evident in the things I find to be the most interesting: archaeology, ethnic studies, journalism, psychology.

They say curiosity killed the cat. Well, this cat isn't dead yet… she just has a few (literal and figurative) bruises. These days I look to those five words, and think of them as a compliment. Curiosity is my driving force, my motivation, what makes me me.

"I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious."
Albert Einstein