It seems to me as if some people are confused. I don't think some of them even realize that they are confused, but I can tell that they are. And I am confused as to why they are confused. I am not confused, and I'm always confused. And these people who are not confused as often as me, are confused. Confused?

Confused is a funny word once you type it out that many times.

By the way, don't become paranoid and think this entry is about you! Don't get confused trying to figure out if I think you're confused. Sometimes I exaggerate things to make cutesy entries... ha ha... or at least I do today.

So yes, I am not confused, not stressed, not worried. Whoa, something must be wrong with me. It must be some hidden pshychological problem that I have repressed that will unearth one night in which I will bawl my eyes out and wonder what is wrong with myself. But I sure hope not! I really like being worried about anything. But it's not like life is all chocolate cake either. In fact, sometimes I wonder if I'm really doing anything worthwhile. It's like that Mercy Me song "In the Blink of an Eye". That line "I know I'm living the good life/ but could my life be something great" really sticks out to me everytime I hear it.

I guess I feel like I'm not being a good witness. I don't feel like I'm being some hypocrite, but it's not exactly like I announce to everyone that I'm a Christian. Shouldn't I be more concerned about the eternity of those around me? Yet I guess I figure what I have to say really won't make a difference. So, I just try to live my life, and if something comes up, then that's great. Is there anyone else who can totally relate to this?

So I wasn't confused, and now I am a little bit. Just great. But I'm not going to worry about it... I guess it has been in the back of my mind, and as I began to type I felt like I should let it out and see what y'all thought about it.