On the word "Complicated"

As I've gushed about already, I was at John and Hank Green's "An Evening of Awesome" last week.  One of the performers, Kimya Dawson, sang a song called "Same Shit/Complicated," (she didn't say the name of the song on stage,) which features the lines,

We are all so complicated, we are all so complicated, I am also complicated, I am also complicated.

Obviously, it's true.  People are complicated.  But listening to her repeat it like that made me think about what the word means.  Like, as in 'complication.'  A complication is what you call something that exists in an otherwise simple system, that requires special consideration to navigate.

I know a lot of people who have a lot of different sets of rules about people, their ideas of basic systems into which everybody fits.  Most of them, thinking about it, are probably right.  There probably are a lot of ways in which everybody can be grouped and categorized and understood.

If you keep in mind that people are complicated.  That each single person in that big system is going to have their own complications, that require a new and specific and non-universal deviation from the system to understand.  Maybe everybody is driven by some sense of want, or some kind of internal struggle, or some kind of honor-sense, or whatever.  Maybe all of those things.  And everyone is still totally inscrutable if, within whatever system, you don't also take the time to learn their complications.

This has been bouncing around in my head for a few days, and I just wanted to get it out.  I don't think I'm done thinking it yet.