Sometimes, I just don’t understand you. I don’t know why God made you the way you are, I don’t get your thought process, and I don’t see how you don’t comprehend what I’m saying to you.
It doesn’t seem serious on the surface, but I know it is. I also know that this will resolve itself, likely in a few hours, just like usual. Compared to other clashes, this is minuscule. But small or big, I’m always left in a state of confusion, wondering: What on earth is going through that brain? What thought process is taking place? Where is the disconnect?