Chaos runs rampant

I've been dealing with quite a bit of chaos lately and this morning I'm feeling incredibly philosophical, so I ponder these questions ...

Why is it so acceptable for people to be basically full of shit most of the time?
How can you maintain a respectable relationship if you keep secrets from those closest to you?
What does that mean? Lack of trust? Lack of conscience? Lack of moral value?
What DOES love have to do with it? Can you love someone and still cheat on them?
"It was only physical...it didn't mean anything".
What the fuck does THAT mean?
Does it mean anything when I'm the victim? (I use victim here because that's how the "it was only physical..it didn't mean anything" comment makes me feel!)
Is it acceptable to behave like animals?
I thought we had brains to assist us from displaying barbaric behavior on both the physical and mental levels.
Or maybe I just don't get it.
My own mother used to call me a "prude" ... perhaps she was right.