Thursday, November 15, 2012

I Don't Understand...

People who like deserts, or plains.  Death, or unrelieved sameness.

Why people like free jazz.  You start with music, and then take out all the things in music that differentiate it from sounds.

People who don't like Bob Marley's music.  I can't get away from the idea that if you don't like good reggae there is something fundamentally wrong with you.

People who say that they couldn't work out what to do if they didn't work.  Really?

People who want to live their lives in one place.  Once you have done everything you can do in one place, don't you want to try all the things you could do somewhere else?

Why everyone knows that money can't buy happiness, and yet vast amounts of people act as if it does.

Why there is fashion.  Why would something being new be inherently better?

Why people are proud to be from where they are from.  They had nothing to do with it.

Why my girlfriends and wife have all had to tell me everything about their day even when they know I don't care, and don't care that I don't care.  But they really, really do, and so I listen.

Leather car seats.

Rice pudding.

Why people choose Miller Lite over actual beer.

Why some things are literature and some things are pulp, and everything in between.  It's all books.

Intelligent, interesting, vibrant people who don't like Terry Pratchett.

Package holidays/cruise ships if you don't have children.

Voluntarily listening to Stevie Nicks.

Disclaimer.  Other people do understand these things and they are only completely wrong because I have decided they are wrong without any inherent reason or justification.

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