"I Remember a Man Who Was True to Himself"

I was asked to ponder tonight the eternal question of "Who DOES that???" and procure an answer. I could rattle of a couple thousand smart-aleck responses, but I won't. Because I think it not only deserves a reasonable answer just on the asker's merits, but also because, were I to find the answer, it would pretty much fix humanity.

I think I've come to an answer.

Crazy people. Crazy people do that, and each time a distraught person comes up to me posing that question, my response will be, "X does that. X has bees in her head. And the bees are crazy."