What does it mean?
Who actually cares?
Does it matter if anyone cares?
People seem to look at most of life in binary. Why is everyone so uncomfortable with not knowing?
Why do people get mad at you for not knowing? I don't know why people do what they do. I don't know why I do what I do. I don't know why it happened to you. I am happy to listen to you, but the only person who knows what you are thinking is you. The only people who know you are those who are closest to you (they usually know you better than you do.) Your thoughts make you think you are something that you are not. Do these thoughts and feeling come from nature or nurture? The feeling of regret I think is nature, as is being scared, or happy. But the thoughts that tell you are scared or happy, is that more nature or nurture?
I think about these things a lot, I do not have any epiphanies to share with you. The only advice I can give anyone that is still reading is to question everything. Do you hate him because he fucked your girlfriend or do you hate him because that is the only thing you know about him? Is he stupid or can you not see what he is saying?
One of the funny things about thinking about these things is that you can ask yourself these questions, but the only thing it usually does is act as a distraction, letting you calm down.
It is easier for people to defend a dog than a person (I am the same way, and I still don't know why.) If a dog does something wrong, it is easy to say that it just reacted to instincts or is trying to tell you something. How is that any different from what people do? Babies cry for attention. An adult cannot cry. Most people, myself included, do not have the knowledge or the vocabulary to express themselves in a way that matters.
All of it seems to either be a distraction from death or a preparation/acceptance of it.
I don't say that to be emo, only as a thought that I had while writing this. Funny enough, as I write that, I am not sure if that is even true.
I hope DRG wins.