Mass confusion

It is said that not understanding something leads to fearing it. Well, maybe not understanding people leads to misanthropy. I don’t get the thousands of things people do every day. I don’t get their thought processes. I don’t get them.

I don’t understand why people (usually women) are so desperate to get married that who they marry is practically irrelevant. I don’t get why anyone would spend tens of thousands of dollars on a party no one but the couple will remember in a year’s time. Yeah, I’ve been to plenty of weddings—no one remembers them (there was a woman in a white dress of some sort, right?) Why not spend that money on something worthwhile, like a house or a trip, or, hey, give it to charity. Wouldn’t it be a better use of the money to give it to those who need it, rather than stressing over flowers and table settings and the font on the invitations? If that’s the best day of your life, you’re in trouble.

I don’t comprehend people who spend their entire lives in school. Education is a good thing. Over-education is a waste of time. I’ve known people who go back for degree after degree, in the most useless subjects you can think of, and never do anything with them. Or they keep changing their areas of study, never finishing anything, but always claiming to be a student (it’s a good excuse for why they haven’t done anything else with their lives—like move out of their parents’ basement). On the other hand, I don’t get the people who refuse an education and then complain that there are no opportunities for them (they think that’s a good excuse for why they’re not doing anything with their lives).

I don’t get roller derbies, or HumVees outside of military use, or Dr. Phil. I don’t get really upscale restaurants that try to convince you to re-mortgage your house for a plate of organ meats (or the people who pay and rave about it). I don’t get those wooden cutouts of fat people bending over that people put in their gardens. I don’t get why Gen X is trying so hard to emulate the most pathetic of all generations, the Boomers. I don’t get plastic surgery that makes you look like a blow-up doll. Or girls who dress up their tiny dogs and carry them around like the latest cool accessory. Or TV networks that cancel the amazing shows after a few episodes (RIP Firefly) and let the dreck go on and on (and then turn it into movies). I don’t get yummy mummies or tanning salons or curling (the sport). I don’t get oenophiles or raw foodists or freegans.

Mostly, I don’t get how everyone else gets this stuff.