Cluttered Mind

So I haven't written in a while. In the meantime, the ideas has been taking up space in my mind, stacked in piles that are starting to impinge on one another. They keep getting mixed up, and I know I need to get them out. I've been trying to finish the novel, so I haven't had time to write about them. I'm going to list them down, so I can get back to them when I get a chance. And to give me a little breathing room!

• Why are people attracted to brokenness?
• Why do I find myself inexplicably attracted to characters with an unflinchingly lawful good alignment, even those who have traded any modicum of rationality to be true to that morality? I am reminded of the fate of Rorschach, and I worry that there is no truth in them.
• Why is it that my husband can have a far more practical view of humanity than I, and while I don't feel repulsed by that in him, I feel like my entire existence would cease if I allowed myself to believe the same?
• Why do people want unequal love? Am I the only one who sees that the yearning, pining bullshit that people perceive as love is really nothing of the kind? And if they do realize it's not love, then what is it that people want when they submerge themselves in that fantasy?

Okay, just some food for thought for now. During my writing process, my mind is always going a million miles an hour, analyzing, thinking about not only my characters but the entire world upon which they are based. What things give them resonance, what things give them truth? That's what I'd like to know.