Beatrix Kondo on the trials of being a fundamentalist:


"I wanted to open a bank account, but I couldn't find the lid."


"I wanted to hang up the phone, but I couldn't find the hook."


"I wanted to hold a meeting, but I couldn't find the handle."


"I wanted to turn on the stereo, but it broke when I stepped on it."


"I wish I could have a party, but my obstetrician has told me I'm infertile."


"I wish I could fire my housekeeper, but not only can I not find her trigger, I am also very concerned that I'd never get my house back."


"Why is this world so imperfect?" she dolefully laments.