Relative Something

More things I don’t understand:

I don’t understand why a full team of 11 individuals can all at the same time, contrary to how they have performed for 14 games prior, suddenly fail to execute their duties in a satisfactory manner in order to succeed at a minimum of 50% of what they are trying to do, especially when the opponents they are facing are statistically inferior.

I don’t understand how all the gears and joints, wire connections, springs and seals, function as well as they do from intense summer heat to sub-zero winter temperatures in today’s vehicles.

I don’t understand why an almost invisible sliver in my finger can effectively render me helpless and why the pain is so incredibly large for something so particularly small.

I don’t understand why truth is so often stranger than fiction.

I don’t understand why I can’t will myself to not be bothered by a losing effort of my home sports teams and instead turn on a good comedy and spend the time laughing instead of being frustrated.

I don’t understand why the teams I root for do okay when I don’t watch, and then as soon as I return to viewing, their performance returns to dismal.

I don’t understand why things like sports competition that don’t really matter in the grand scheme of life, death and peace on earth, garner so much time and attention from so many people like me.

I don’t understand why death is such a surprise to some people, since it happens to everyone and can occur at any time.

I don’t understand why the phenomenon of a ghost is normally considered to be a scary and threatening apparition, with the exception of Casper.

I don’t understand why some people attach so much importance to a somewhat arbitrary marker denoting the end of a calendar year that in reality is no different than any other of the 364 days.

I don’t understand why some people don’t understand that not understanding is no problem if it doesn’t really make any difference in the world whether you understand or not.

Time marches on.