I will never understand people’s fascination with their ancestry, isn’t knowing your current family bad enough.

Good luck sending me mixed signals. Most the time I can’t even understand the direct ones.

Sometimes I use big words I don’t always fully understand, in an effort to make myself sound more photosynthesis.

It’s a good friend who, when you want the truth, knows what truth you want.

I’m officially at the age where I understand why my parents never wanted to go anywhere after work.

Some people get it. Most people don’t.

I don’t understand construction. Like, how do they know what to do next?

Fundamentally, I understand chess, because I too would never let my king feel unsafe.

I read classics because my FOMO is making me want to understand every reference ever.

Whoever invented the “skip intro” button really understood humans.

The person who invented butter really understood humans.

I’m at the age where I understand why my parents never wanted to stop for anything on the way home from work.

Beginning to understand why deer throw themselves in front of cars.

Dating is just wondering why someone is single and then slowly figuring it out.

Even when I look up the slang of today’s kids, I still have no idea what it means.

I hate when people ask me what I meant by something. Listen, I have no idea. I’m as confused here as you are. We’re both learning what I’m about to say at the exact same time.

If chickens knew how good they tasted, they would understand.

Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Make it worse by saying they look tired.

I don’t understand all the fuss about ChatGPT – I have teenagers who already know everything.

My favorite part about talking to my teens is when they give me direct eye contact, listen intently, nod understandingly and then do the exact opposite of what I just said.