The choice (if it can even be called a choice, since it's not intentional) that most people make to delve into all the banality is ridiculous, but it has become the crux of contemporary living: The harshness of reality articulated by Camus, smoothed over by the banalities that Holden Caulfield detested and that Chesterton warned us about. We yearn, and the world spurns. It's absurd–not to mention disheartening, frustrating, and potentially suicide-invoking. But it's hard to turn off that sense of yearning. So we turn to banalities in order to smooth over the absurd's rockiness, to make us forget how we yearn. Hobbies, careers, new cars, vacations, Internet surfing–are the walking sticks that get us over absurdity's rocky terrain.
