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
Trip to Memory Lane reminds me some relationships deserve to die
Will better marketing make you love state-controlled medical industry?
Didn’t we already try secession? Politicians don’t like losing control