So many things that people do I just don’t understand. Things I can’t even imagine caring about, or even noticing. I read advice columns to try to understand humans because they are full of things like that.

So much of my life is me spent looking around with Marge Gunderson’s great closing bit from Fargo going through my head:

So that was Mrs. Lundegaard on the floor in there. And I guess that was your accomplice in the wood chipper. And those three people in Brainerd. And for what? For a little bit of money. There’s more to life than a little money, you know. Don’tcha know that? And here ya are, and it’s a beautiful day. Well. I just don’t understand it.

Except for me replace “money” with “nearly everything people do.”