My thoughts go round and round

so life, i have decided, is a very confusing thing.  wait i take that back.  life isnt confusing it the people in it that make things more complicated than they need to be therefore making it confusing.  something that has been on my mind lately is friendly jestures.  can they be more than nothing or less than something?  or should we not think about them in any extreme way at all and leave them at the fact that they were nothing out of the ordinary at all?  its all too confusing for me.  ive realized i ask alot of questions.  and some are questions that not neccessarily everyone or anyone can give me the answer to.  like why can the counting crowes solve every single one of my problems?  or why do people insist on using the word depression all the time?  or whats going through a cheating mothers head while she's getting beat to a pulp by the man she threw her whole life away for?  most of my questions begin with why.. and i figured that things have to happen for there to be a why in the first place right? so where do all my questions go on at?  is there a secret world where all my why questions are being acted out therefore giving me the amunition for my why questions...? its crazy to think about the what if.  or maybe its just me thats crazy