Why Do I Bother?

I think I may have mentioned before how I have this need to understand people. I feel compelled to analyze people's motivations and try to determine what makes them who they are. My sister and I were talking about this the other day; apparently she does the same thing, to some extent. A lot of people don't though, and I find this really interesting. What is it that gives some of us this desperate need to get inside other people's heads while other people really don't give a shit? I mean, it's not like it does me any good. I can understand a person completely, know exactly why they are the way they are, why they do the things they do, and still have absolutely no ability to connect with them. So why the fuck do I bother? Of course, it doesn't help that I most often do this with fictional people, since I get to know them better than I know any of the real people I encounter in my life.

I have been rewatching Hemlock Grove, and I think I've got them^ all figured out now.