Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained. - William Blake
As I've mentioned before, Sherlock is intensely curious. And bored. And other things that I'm not bothering to mention. When Sherlock's in one of his bored moods, it's usually because he wants to be paid attention to. Or he wants to do something that's productive. I'm still debating between the two. When Sherlock's curious, he creates a whole rampage of questions. It's because he wants information.
Want, want, want. That's all he seems to beg for, I think. He wants me to get milk when we're out. He wants me to go to a crime scene with him when I've a date. He expects that I'd pay attention to his every whim. It's more irritating than hilarious, really.
Though, when I asked him why he was so demanding - take note, he hates it when I use that word; like I've said numerous times before, that man's insane - he only replied with a "I'm not demanding; I just appear needy" and proceeded to tell me to shut up. At least he was being honest about it.
Sometimes it has its upsides. Most of the time, it really isn't a delight. God knows how many times I've stayed up for hours on end to listen to his crap, saying that it was important that I should know what he was talking about. Truth is, I don't. And I don't think I ever will. Not with him keeping me up. P.S. The bags under my eyes are more visible.
Sherlock's like a child sometimes. Always wanting to know the answers to either the simplest or most complex questions. And then there's the times that he's always complaining about being bored. I swear, he is a child locked in a man's body.
Even with Sherlock annoying me, it's much more fun with him in some twisted, morbid way. Everything's not so dull. He makes things seem like an adventure. It's nice. Still would rather have him lessen his desire in everything. Just a bit.