i've come to the conclusion that being confused is the worst feeling in the world.
or rather, perhaps i've been confusing 'confused' with 'paranoia'...

*cue the philisophical thinking music*

is there a difference? maybe we mask our fear with being confused, because it makes us look better. trying to understand is somehow more socially accepted than not understanding at all.
but really, its nothing more than a feeling of insecurity and inferiority, no matter how many ways you try and read it.

so, in an attempt to not sound stupid, i'm trying to understand this (but really, i don't understand at all. following so far?)
so help me understand.

it's the fear of the unknown.


E.