What IS all this about?

Do you ever think about that? It is a completely reasonable and common concept that any story, any tale, any report, any recollection of events, any film, picture, song or other piece of art, must have a topic. If that is not apparent to us, we ask: "what is this about?".

Meanwhile, anything that happens in life just isn't really about anything. Most things just happen. Sure, things happen for a reason and often with a certain intention, but those are always subjective to all individuals involved and not objective facts about the thing that happens. Instead, its what the recollections of those individuals will be about.

Here's an example: Let's say you want to make lasagne, so you go to the store to buy canned tomatoes, but they are sold out. You might tell this story to other people, but what this story is about depends entirely on the context. If you meet someone you know right outside the store, you tell them this story, and it's about why you are frustrated. If you talk to the people you wanted to have dinner with, it's about why there's no lasagne tonight. If you talk to customer service on the phone, it's about why you think that this supermarket should keep a more consistent stock.

Despite this dependence on context, you sometimes find yourself standing in the supermarket, all by yourself, in front of an empty shelf that says "canned tomatoes", and ask yourself: "what is this about?".

It's not about you.

Comic transcript

Panel 1:
Parrot and Rasta-Pigeon broke into the beautiful parrot's home. Rasta-Pigeon is lying in the corner as usually, while Parrot looks through some drawers.
P: Cmon, where did they put that frickin jigsaw puzzle?
RP: I don’t like this. Can’t we just go home?
P: You could also, like, help me, you know?
Panel 2:
The beautiful parrot appears and hits Rasta-Pigeon on the head with a baseball bat.
BP: Aaaaaah, take that!
P: Whoa, whoa, hold on! Don’t hurt us! It’s me!
Panel 3:
Parrot takes off their mask.
BP: Oooh, my mistake! Anyone I did a jigsaw puzzle with is obviously allowed to break into my home.
P: I’m sorry. I just couldn’t find that last piece and ...
Panel 4:
BP: crying Really? That’s what this is about? Ok, FINE. I lost it, ok? I’m a looser and can’t do anything right. Are you happy now?
from outside the panel: Hello? This is the Police!