Oblivious: is confusion a bad thing?
This morning, when I woke up, a notification from X popped up on my screen. I clicked it and read the thought it shared. It was about the mental and emotional health of men — and what they should be aware of while being in, or preparing for, a relationship. As I read through it, confusion started to deepen. We all read things, process them, and try to apply them practically in our day-to-day lives, hoping to find some meaning in what we do. But that particular post was in contrast to what I had believed until now about dating and women’s psychology. It made me wonder — and it made me confused. Then I asked myself: Is confusion a bad thing? Or is it something obvious — maybe even necessary? In fact, it feels unavoidable for those who truly think. So I kept thinking. About the meaning of it all — the meaning of life, the meaning of thinking itself. And eventually, I asked myself: why should I bother at all? Why not just swipe, read another post, and repeat the process — again, and again,...