i don’t understand sometimes. I ain’t too smart but there are times i want to curl up and stop listening. everyone seems so busy telling me how to do things but they don’t know why they do things. everybody knows hoooooow. but why we do the things we do is the real question. Never how. How is the treatment, but why is the problem.
if you can’t tell me why, then you’ve told me nothing but how much your treating something you don’t understand.