Why do we like some of things and dislike others?
Why do some people like video games, or snowboarding, or dancing, or doing theater, or collecting rocks, or all sorts of different things, and some don’t?

this post is like a more intellectual version of the opening speech in Rubber

it’s true though, our pattern-seeking brains get us hung up on the idea there has to be a purpose for everything but we forget we’re the ones defining and assigning “purpose”