The Confusion

Cyndi Lauper had it right. However, she had brighter outlook on these damn circles of confusion. I am sure as hell caught up in them and instead of lamenting on the good times and offering to be there time after time, I just want to shoot something.

Don't you just love to watch confused people? The frustration builds as the answer they so desperately seek alludes them like a bully playing Keep-Away with the nerd's glasses. We all feel badly for the nerd. Waving his arms helplessly in the air, half-heartedly shouting "hey, that's not fair!", never daring to actually throw a punch. Ha! All the semi-normal kids watch in saddened amusement as the nerd sweats and whines and later retires to the corner of the playground to sulk in the injustice of his 9-year-old world. Nobody really worries about him. They all know that he will be able to find his glasses in the girl's toilet after lunch. He knows it too.

When we are faced with the slippery slope of confusion, and the matter is pressing, the flustered phase begins when the answer alludes us past our frustrated limits. Our faces get red. Our body's begin to twitch  and squirm (yeah, that is the nervous system attempting manual shutdown due to data processing overload). Of course, the exaggerated sigh is also a necessity like a pressure valve opening after water sublimates. As an outsider, this is really fun to watch because the victim is being tortured from within and they resemble an unfortunate fat man after a rather large dose of pure capsaicin.

Yes, confused to flustered to plain pissed off. The pissed off phase is only fun for a short period of time. It is when the victim gets so far past insanity that they trick themselves into believing they have any power at all in their situation and that to get really pissed off will intimidate the answer obey. This phase separates the idiots from the non-idiots. The idiot victim will linger in this phase forever, letting the anger build and build as the answer smiles and taunts them. Things will not end well for this victim; he will either shoot himself, or dwell in this state until the situation is no longer relevant to his life and he will move on to find something else equally confusing (being the idiot  he is) and begin the cycle again.
The non-idiot victim has a chance. He will not let the anger build, but quickly realize that even getting angry in the first place required a certain level of idiocy and this will advance him into the final stage of confusion: the acceptance. Hopefully he will accept his unfortunate situation of suspense and resign the quest for the answer to the heavens, which is the precise moment the answer will come. He will smile at his own brilliance and move on with his life.

Being aware of the acceptance phase, myself, I will of course choose that option, but getting there is another story. I am fighting my way through the flustered phase right now. It will be a long battle, folks, and the desire to shoot something keeps coming up. Time after time.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VdQY7BusJNU