I think I’m more confused than I am not. Seems like I’m in a perpetual state of confusion. Being confused doesn’t mean you’re stupid. In fact, I think it ‘s quite the opposite. One needs to have a handle on what’s going on in order to live in confusion. If one didn’t know anything, one wouldn’t be confused…without a clue equals without confusion. If you’re somewhat hip to a situation but don’t have enough mustard to put you over the top with a decision, that’s confused. That’s where I tend to make my home. Being confused means mostly that you’re on the fence. Some of the best years of my life were spent on a fence…the only place where you can watch the flowers grow on both sides…and the bouquet meets in the middle.
