Why is it that everyone assumes that I WANT information about my ex?

I'm trying to move on with my life, people! And while I do think about him far too often and wonder how he is, I am all too aware of the pain it causes me. I live with this daily. I live trying to fill empty spaces without slipping into the void myself. I don't need reminders — reminders of his absence.

Why is this so hard to understand?

Is it odd? Perhaps. I know there are women out there — and men as well (some of which I've even experienced first-hand) — who obsess over their exes with random stalking rituals and friend-probing. But I am not one of these. I do not understand these types. This surpasses even my own masochistic tendencies.

So... I am sorry, folks, if what you want is to feed me information. I will happily hear your stories about yourselves and others I don't know. But please don't hurt me so.