Sitting having my coffee this morning, perusing the headlines for the day, I started asking questions. My furry girls refused to answer, but I realized there are so many things I don’t understand.
I don’t understand the political campaigning for the next presidential election – which is many months away, so I don’t understand why the campaigning needs to start so early. I don’t understand the thought process of many of the candidates, nor do I understand how one former candidate can be so opposed to another of the candidates, then turn around and endorse him. I don’t understand why I’m hearing nothing that is really for the good of the country and its people, at least from the loudest of the parties. I don’t understand why people are supporting these candidates, nor can I understand how I could possibly vote for them. As to the other party – there might be hope, but I’m not certain, and I fear my hope will not make it very far. I don’t understand why presidents and others are elected by electoral vote, rather than popular vote. I always thought they were to be elected “by the people”.
I don’t understand Instagram. I opened an account a long time ago, but never used it. So this week I’ve been looking at it, and realized I don’t understand the purpose here. I did learn that I am following over 1,000 people but, with the exception of 3 or 4, I’ve never heard of them. I don’t understand how that happened. I Googled how to delete my account, but I don’t understand why, when I went where the instructions said to go, that option wasn’t available. I was offered the option of “temporarily disabling” my account, but not the option of deleting it. I disabled it. Instagram, take note that is not a temporary thing. Apps that decide to make decisions for me are not my friends. I’m also getting emails of posts from Twitter people that I have never chosen to follow. Twitter may go the way of Instagram very soon in this house.
I don’t understand why Mother Nature is as mean as she is, why she feels a need to destroy. Then again, maybe I do. Maybe she’s been listening to our political candidates and figures she might as well make the first move. I do want her to know I appreciate that we have been having weather that gets me out to start cleaning out flower beds right now. Maybe my appreciation will get more of it?
I don’t understand why the world is being torn apart by violence – if not from Mother Nature, then from mankind. I don’t understand why killing is the answer for so many people. Really? What does that resolve? It won’t make life better, it won’t get back the one you lost, it won’t make people like you. Could we maybe learn to tolerate, to understand that we won’t always agree, that life won’t always be fair?
I don’t understand why my cleaning elves have not been showing up. I leave them treats, really I do. I don’t understand why it’s so hard for me to start some chores, when I do know that if I just started it would not take long to finish. Most of the time.
I don’t understand why my body doesn’t believe my brain when my brain says I’m still young, I’m still able, I can do those things.
I don’t understand why my hair thinks it’s okay to do what it wants, not what I want.
I don’t understand why I can’t make a reasonably sized pot of soup, instead of one that will feed me for longer than I want it to.
There is so much more that I don’t understand. I think I’ll go make a pan of decadent brownies, and then I will eat them all, all by myself! None for the elves who don’t show up! There is solace in chocolate, and later in the day – a glass of wine. Maybe I’ll forget to care about what I don’t understand.