There is nothing quite like confusion.  I think I’m sure of something, then I realize I’m not really sure about it at all.  Why is that?  Why do I even bother?  It’s not something that I have to be confused about.  I can choose to just end the confusion.  I’m not sure if that is really what I want.

Oddly, some decisions, decisions that are much more life changing, I have less confusion.  Go figure.  Yet, I’m not sure the confusion is entirely mine.  I think I just need to make my mind up about this, and move on.  If the situation was right, I wouldn’t be confused.  I think.

Actually, I don’t think I’m confused.  I think I know what the right decision is and just don’t want to deal with it.  The sooner I deal with it, the sooner the confusion subsides.

I know what I need to do.  I really need to finish this school stuff.  But, I really want to read my book.