I don’t understand which is worse—that I never get exactly what I want at first, or that I always end up getting what I wanted in the end. Karma’s a bitch.
I don’t understand why people persist in taking sides on issues—why go for Black & White when there are infinite shades of gray to pick from. Think big.
I don’t understand why individuality is so under-rated—and why people who lament the lack of initiative shown by others never seem to show any themselves. Me included.
I don’t understand why technology seems to create so many problems—when it is meant to solve them all. Shit happens.
I don’t understand is why every generation thinks that the world is going to hell—and whether it really is getting much worse than before this time around. Optimists don’t count.
I don’t understand money-matters—I can only think in terms of ‘things’ and a bank-balance is too abstract for me. Abstractions are lossy, and soon you end up with nothing at all.
I don’t understand women—nor do I know any man that does. Nor would I try too hard at this.
I don’t understand why life always seems so pointless—but almost never meaningless. This one has me confused in all sorts of ways.
This was just from five minutes worth of pondering. I could write a huge essay-type post on each, but have neither the time nor the inclination to do so.