Personally, it's one of the most disagreeable feeling in the world--confusion. That's saying it gently. I can easily see how confusion can become the worst torture there is. The lack of certainty and direction is unnerving and excruciating, more so than the actuality of a mistaken decision--which is plenty ironic. Being confused is God's cruel prank injected into free will. It is the fine print to entering the covenant of knowing Good and Evil. I have to admit, it is funny to see a guy being confused. Looking from the outside, confusion is a fun watch, but when you're the confused guy yourself, you get to resent freedom a little. (It does comfort me to think that God has a sarcastic and mean sense of humor, but that relief only goes so far. It's not a good feeling knowing the joke's on you.)
Even the term "confusion" is confusing itself; what can one be confused about? It can be a lot of things, it can be a few things; it can be big things, it can be small things. You can be confused about anything or nothing at all. That's how confusing "confusion" is.
To add to the confusion, the clock is ticking. The longer you take in making the decision, the more the pressure builds up. The more the pressure builds up, the more you get confused. The more the fun continues. It's no use procrastinating on the decision or ignoring the impending choice to be made; it is in the nature of confusion that you have to make a choice. Otherwise, it's not really confusing at all--it won't be confusion in the first place.
You can be confounded over whether you'll go for burger or rice for dinner, but you won't be calling it the greatest failure in life to be mistaken in either one. But those don't count. The real puzzle is when you start thinking about where you're standing and where you're heading. You look at the streets, the signposts, the direction people are heading, the skies, and the stars just for any hint of direction or destination. You start walking, looking at your feet moving one after another, and you think, "Where am I really heading?" In this sense, stopping and moving really means the same--there's no difference. You seem headed nowhere.
I can hear someone saying: "Get a grip, man!"
True, true. A man should get a grip. To be less sexist, everyone should get a grip.
I tried a lot of things to get through confusing times. I tried Anime, beer, smoking--these have worked so well in the past. To my initial surprise, then horror, they can only go so far. These don't resolve the confusion, they just make you forget it for a few hours (or years). After the hangovers, burnt lungs, and tired eyes, the real solution emerged. It ain't any of these things: the only way to get rid of damn confusion is to make a decision. And deciding entails mostly finding the courage to possibly making the most terrible, stupid, and irreversible mistake ever. (That, and also fortifying oneself to be able to recover from such a blow.) From a rational standpoint, confusion ensues because of the hesitation to make a choice. To be precise, it's the fear of being mistaken.
Now that I seem to have a "grip" on what can remove confusion, I am here writing this post still shaking in terror on making a decision. Ergo, the confusion goes on. Like in most situations in my life, I know what to do, I just don't like doing them.
Even the term "confusion" is confusing itself; what can one be confused about? It can be a lot of things, it can be a few things; it can be big things, it can be small things. You can be confused about anything or nothing at all. That's how confusing "confusion" is.
To add to the confusion, the clock is ticking. The longer you take in making the decision, the more the pressure builds up. The more the pressure builds up, the more you get confused. The more the fun continues. It's no use procrastinating on the decision or ignoring the impending choice to be made; it is in the nature of confusion that you have to make a choice. Otherwise, it's not really confusing at all--it won't be confusion in the first place.
You can be confounded over whether you'll go for burger or rice for dinner, but you won't be calling it the greatest failure in life to be mistaken in either one. But those don't count. The real puzzle is when you start thinking about where you're standing and where you're heading. You look at the streets, the signposts, the direction people are heading, the skies, and the stars just for any hint of direction or destination. You start walking, looking at your feet moving one after another, and you think, "Where am I really heading?" In this sense, stopping and moving really means the same--there's no difference. You seem headed nowhere.
I can hear someone saying: "Get a grip, man!"
True, true. A man should get a grip. To be less sexist, everyone should get a grip.
I tried a lot of things to get through confusing times. I tried Anime, beer, smoking--these have worked so well in the past. To my initial surprise, then horror, they can only go so far. These don't resolve the confusion, they just make you forget it for a few hours (or years). After the hangovers, burnt lungs, and tired eyes, the real solution emerged. It ain't any of these things: the only way to get rid of damn confusion is to make a decision. And deciding entails mostly finding the courage to possibly making the most terrible, stupid, and irreversible mistake ever. (That, and also fortifying oneself to be able to recover from such a blow.) From a rational standpoint, confusion ensues because of the hesitation to make a choice. To be precise, it's the fear of being mistaken.
Now that I seem to have a "grip" on what can remove confusion, I am here writing this post still shaking in terror on making a decision. Ergo, the confusion goes on. Like in most situations in my life, I know what to do, I just don't like doing them.
