I FIND IT hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and then turn on the water. It’s bad decisions like that that make good stories.

Life can be complex and frustrating. Sometimes, however, we make it more complicated than it needs to be. Often the simplest solutions, interpretations and perspectives are the best.

I found the following list of thoughts about 12 years ago. I don’t have the source, but it was a collection of thoughts that were common for 25- to 35-year-olds. They represent a few of the problems with the human condition. They make daily living refreshing. Here they are:

Why do people try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand from the car to the house instead of making two trips with the groceries?

I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die unexpectedly.

The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.

Why do people get up from their favorite chair, go to the kitchen 10 times in three hours, look into the refrigerator hoping to find something to eat when there was nothing there after the first trip? Do they really think something will magically appear?

Is it just me or are 80% of the people in the “People You May Know” feature on Facebook people that you don’t know and deliberately choose not to be friends with?

Do you sometimes watch a movie that you watched when you were younger and suddenly realize you had no idea what was going on when you first saw it?

I think everyone has a movie that they love so much it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. You’ll end up wasting 90 minutes glancing around to confirm that everyone’s laughing at the right parts then making sure you laugh just a little bit harder to prove that you’re still the one who really gets it.

LOL has gone from meaning “laugh out loud” to “I have nothing else to say.”

When someone says “I’m not book-smart, but I’m street-smart,” all I hear is “I’m not real smart, but I’m imaginary smart.”

How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear what they said?

I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters.

What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?

MapQuest really needs to start their directions on No. 5. I’m pretty sure most people know how to get out of their own neighborhood.

Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died. Maybe newspapers also could give divorce details: what he says and what she says.

I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.

Why is it that during an icebreaker, you know, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I might forget my name or where I’m from. It shouldn’t be a problem, right?

You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you’ve made up your mind that you just aren’t doing anything productive for the rest of the day.

Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes next in electronics? I was collecting eight-track tapes, then DVDs, and then CDs, and now they are obsolete. I could have bought a fancy sports car with that money.

There’s no worse feeling than that millisecond you’re sure you are going to die in front of your friends after leaning your chair back a little too far.

I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Microsoft Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my 10-page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to. Please, God, don’t let me accidentally hit “delete.”

“Do not machine wash or tumble dry” means I will never wash this piece of clothing, ever.

I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring, but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voice mail. What did they do after I didn’t answer, drop the phone and run away?

I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then, not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.

When I meet a new girl, I’m terrified of mentioning something she hasn’t already told me, but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.

Why is it that sometimes I’ll look down at my watch three consecutive times and still not know what time it is? Update: I wonder if my phone battery is dead if I look at my phone five times a minute and haven’t received a text.

Why isn’t it called Unplanned Parenthood?

I admit it. I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.

What’s all the fuss? Even if I knew your Social Security number, I wouldn’t know what to do with it.