Confuzzled?

Neologism, it is called. To describe the state of puzzlement and confusion. There are so many things that I chose to ignore lately, those things that I judged merely as storms in a teacup. However, uncannily, these were the storms that chose to blow out to its full magnificient presence, no longer confined by the shallow depth of a teacup. I was swept away by the very things I chose to ignore in the first place, how ironic. I was visited by the same old resentment and frustrations. I resisted the temptation to shook her up and told her off that the answer to everything is very easy. But what I had forgotten to consider was the depth of her attachment. Damn.

I had been very annoyed at how slow the pace seemed to be moving. Maybe, I was the fidgeting someone when really, I shouldn’t be. In the end, it was me who burnt out from that mindless pacing, being squeezed out of life. In the end, it was also me who slumped on the bench, tired from the senseless ponderings. In the end, it was also me who was confused seeing how things seemed to go in front of my eyes.

Was everything an act? Had I, like everyone else, been fooled by a cleverly-scripted drama? Just tell me, was anything real or had everything been a staged performance? I was confused. Everyone was. You unfolded the stories right in front of our eyes without the ending. I had been wondering whether this whole damn thing had been one endless drama series. I had been feeling stupid not knowing what to believe.

I am almost afraid to ask, do you know what to believe too?