What am I so confused about?  Anybody reading the title of this post could fairly ask the question.  The title implies that something is stifling my thought process and the fact that I'm taking the time to write something about the subject would seem to suggest that I have a fair bit of something to say about it.

On the other hand, the title goes beyond implying confusion and announces it outright.  The addition of the word mass is the key here.  My whole line of thought is wrought at the moment with confounding, nearly tangible confusion.  I therefore cannot rightly express what precisely I'm confused about.  The idea itself confuses me.

Life does this people.  I warned you about it.  Not in this particular forum, but I'm sure that somewhere sometime I would have tried to warn you people about the dangers of living a life.  I have to wonder exactly how many people go through this at least once in their lives.  I wouldn't be surprised if most people did.  In fact I would wager that most people do.  Otherwise I wouldn't have warned you so.  But how many people spend years going through this?  And since we're on the subject, how many of said people ultimately end up in some kind of  assylum?  Not the political type mind you. 

The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.  Most everyone has heard this little nugget of wisdom at some point in time.  This idiom has legs because there's truth to it.  No one talks about Richard Gere and his intimate gerbil fiasco because there's no truth to it.  But this grass thing.  Legs. True.  What happens when you approach the fence one day, and there's no grass at all?  On either side...