Sharing a bottle with my boredom

It's raining. Time to understand something important.
There are some things that I don't want to understand. Well, sure enough, I understand them all and perfectly.
I'm trying hard to understand what I'm doing all the time.
I have to not understand a lot of things to have enough time to understand at least some of them.
Like the last fool, I could do everything, but understood nothing of it.

I don't understand this system. It's not fucked up, no. But it's strange.
I should have not understood it better.
It's obvious, so nobody will ever understand it.
They don't need your understanding, they need your nodding.
I don't understand anything and it brings me safely through the day.
Only humans could not understand what exactly they don't understand.

I don't understand, but that's not an issue.
I don't understand. Is it a lot of fun?
I don't understand. Do not understand, please.
I don't understand. Let's not understand together.
It will rain and you will understand.

A bore tries to understand what it is, whatever it is.
Please, you have to understand: there is nothing to understand here.
- You can only understand some people if you are drunk.
Do you understand me?
- You are drunk.
To be, to have, to understand? (Whatever is the current trend).
Death by sudden understanding.
We'll come back. And will never understand, why.