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Content Enable editor Use plain text Code entry I am driving to church stifling tears because of how hard it was to get ready for church without having my outfit already picked out without having my meal already prepped and with Greg trying to be social while I was trying to think. It is such a common moment for me. I can't think. I thought I should just not go to church. Every outfit I tried didn't work. Mostly because all the pants were too tight but also because the ones that might fit needed to be ironed and I had not already done that and didn't have time to do that. It's a terrible feeling and it starts a day in despair and a low-lying belief in my own incompetence and hopelessness. This kind of confusion happens at all levels to all people and we all have our ways of negotiating it when it happens. But it can still be there while we are driving. It kills my will to live in this world. It kills my will to go to church. It kills my will to go to anything social that I have to look at what I'm wearing. But it can also kill me or someone else. If I am distracted while I'm driving. It can also kill my job if I forget important things. Confusion is catastrophic. The devil thrives on it. The world falls apart by it. Other people misinterpret a confused persons, behavior and responses. Other people often filter that through their own insecurities to a personal offense of some sort. Confusion destroys relationships and human interactions and even simple transactions. Josie's mom was upset about something and slammed her groceries. Anne, the conveyor. The cashier thought it was something about him.

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