It's kind of like when a 5-year-old draws a picture for you, and you say "oh cool, that's a great picture! That's definitely going on the fridge!"
And you think you're done. But then the child proceeds to spend 90 minutes making up a story about the picture, and you kind of feel obligated to listen because you admire their creativity?
In the end though, it's an extremely convoluted story that doesn't make a lot of sense, you have no idea what the point was, and you really have more questions when it's over.
But you don't wanna ask those questions, because the person answering them is five.
It's like that.