Molly sometimes studies me intently while I work. Here she is Monday night sitting on my desk watching closely as I wrote on my MacBook. It’s as though she’s a cat sociologist trying to make sense of these strange two-legged creatures.
I can empathize with Molly and I see why she seems to keep searching for a way to make it all make sense. I spend much of my time trying to understand human behavior — my own actions, the behavior of people I love, and the behavior of people I can’t stand.
A couple of days ago, I had a sudden realization about some minor point of human nature. I was excited to figure it out, but I was disgusted at what I understood. And I had a paradoxical thought.
The more I understand humans, the less I understand humans.
We’re neither friends nor enemies, just strangers who share the past
‘This path leads to somewhere I think I can finally say, I’m home’
When love finally dies, it’s like a fever breaks and the pain is gone
Without peaceful breakup plan, U.S. faces violent, angry collapse
I can force child to obey me, but obedience comes with high cost
We live in Reverse World, where black is white and good is evil
I often need this warning label: ‘Does not play well with others’
Love & Hope — Update:
Houston kindergarten kids required to learn: ‘Barack Obama is the man’