The Beginners is a testament to the fact that life is unpredictable, unreliable, and at times unbearable. And by life, I euphemistically mean the people around us.
People are social by nature and therefore go to great lengths and pains to be together, even if it feels like misery. Sociability made sense as a survival instinct for most of our species's history. Over time, we have remained instinctively social even though it is not immediately necessary for the sake of our survival.
It makes sense to be social if the relationship is beneficial, especially if the benefit is symbiotic. But what if its not?
Why do we stay anyway? Whats in it for us to do something that does not provide an clear benefit (or in fact, strips other benefits from us?)?
