Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

Confused

I’m confused, confounded, bewildered, addled, puzzled, perplexed, mystified, bemused, stupefied, baffled, bamboozled, muddled and nonplussed by:

  • Practically ANY government form I have to fill out.
  • Trump and his followers
  • People who don’t know what irony means
  • People who don’t know what sarcasm means
  • My vacillating about whether to do this one thing I love to do, or the other thing I love to do, or the third thing I like to do.  (And thus, I while away the hours contemplating what might have been.)
  • People who would judge me by my shoes.
    Or feet.
    Or nose.
    Or my being

As Confucius (or his Internet Persona) says, “To study and not think is a waste. To think and not study is dangerous.”  Alas, this baffled me.  (Hasty parenthetical remark added later:  Of course, it didn’t!  I suddenly wanted to pretend to feel what it felt like to be a supporter of You-know-Who.)

I need to change the entire course of history right now.
Or, perhaps, after I’ve had my watermelon popsicle.

That’s all.

See you tomorrow – if I still exist in fact, as opposed to existing in

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