Perhaps we're such a disappointing species they're left with no real words for us. The cosmic equivalent of "Bless Your Heart" or "stay hydrated bro."

For example, today I went to Woolies at 8am for the bachelor's handbag I'd been dreaming of since 2am (rotisserie chicken for those playing at home) and got caught crying in the cheese aisle by my kid's bestie's mum.
Cool.

Hey Google, play 'cutting thru the country' by Medium Build.