Making sense

Making sense

I have seen some things that just don’t make sense to me and probably never will. Some things were in my past, and I think it’s good to look at some of these.

  It didn’t make sense when my father (who seemed loving) just disappeared from my family’s life.

  Thirty-two-odd years later, he appeared on my doorstep with a list of accomplishments and no apology. This incident didn’t make sense; he wanted to bring his unhappiness to my family, which he saw as successful. I never welcomed my father back because I found him to be self-serving and selfish, just like he was when he originally left his family.

 I must admit I brag about his accomplishments sometimes…he made many movies and lived a very colorful life.

  This doesn’t make sense! I mean, bragging about him, especially when he tore up our family.

  When I was growing up, life (except for specific family problems I mentioned) did make sense, except for a war or two.

  Today, life is in the doesn’t make sense mode most of the time; all these shootings and anger about life in this world of ours. Why do they think killing everyone around you will make a difference?

   And blowing up another country’s buildings and ravishing the populace was sanctioned by total evil

which doesn’t make sense to anyone sane,