Being Inquisitive

Is there anything wrong with being inquisitive?
I am 100% inquisitive. There is so much I don't know. This often makes me wonder when many do not ask questions. Does it mean they know a lot already? Does it mean they don't know anything about the topic to ask at all?
I wonder how other people learn. I personally ask too many questions. I am curious about any new friend I make. I ask what are they working as, how many children they have, if any, etc....
I wonder how much they earn? How they manage their money? If I see someone extremely dressy, I wonder do they earn enough to pay for all those beautiful clothes or branded bags and shoes.
I wonder how their children are feeling when they are running from 1 tuition to another. What is really childhood days?
My opinion on childhood days is to have time to daydream, to play games that we could remember when we are old to tell our grandchildren, to work hard a bit for our exam, to have lots of fun with our friends, to remember all the beautiful things we do together and also the bad.
I don't think I would want my children to live their childhood days munging on only their exam.
Why do we need to push our exams results to the limit?
I believe in learning nonstop till we drop. But one must learn to learn.
Many stop learning after they graduated. That is really sad.
Then, I wonder when I visit my friends' place and I see no books around. No book shelves. Spick and span. Now, I wonder, do they read at all? Or in order to look neat, they don't buy books, don't read.
I love books, I don't mind the book lying around. For if there is a reader, the book would be picked up and read. It may be a bad habit, but reading grows with us. Never leaving us.
I sometimes experience the state of mind emptiness cause there is nothing to ask. I tell you, I can die if that stretches forever. Boredom of the mind. When I read, I sometimes experience euphoria. That perks me up in life.
Life could be so monotonous at times. I really enjoy books written by authors which are mind provoking. Those that made sentences that are so true about life, so profound.

I sometimes ask myself am I asking too many questions that infuriates someone who would keep their life private. Really, I am really sorry if I invaded their privacy. But, I really wanted to know, to compare my life and make improvement on it. We are never good enough. Take for instance, housekeeping. I wanted to know how to iron trousers properly or a shirt neatly. What other housewives are doing the whole day? keeping their house neat the whole day. I ask myself how a mother could sacrifice so much bringing their children to and fro from tuition non stop the whole year and many more years to come.

I ask, I ask, I ask....