Isn’t “confused” really about not understanding why something is as it is? I remember the first time “confusion” hit me. I had never been so confused in my life and I was embarrassed to admit it, I seriously didn’t want anyone to know that I was in this state. I’d never had a problem with decision making, right or wrong, I chose a path.
I couldn’t see the forest for the trees, my head was in a fog, a swirling vortex pulling me back and forth, and until I made this one seriously important decision that would ultimately change my life’s course, I felt paralyzed. Round and round it went, whether I was consciously aware of the thought, it was there, lurking, waiting, hovering.
I eventually made the life changing decision, and understood that confusion was a puffy cloud surrounding protecting me until I was able to figure out what I needed to do, wanted to do, what was right for everyone concerned. Suddenly the day shone brightly, the cloud was gone, and I moved on.
Now when I find I am confused by something, I simply stop and ask myself, why? What is so confusing about this given situation? Once I have that answer, I’m able to work my way quickly through. Simply my thought on “confused”.
Covert Novelist 
This is an interesting way to look at confusion.
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I have to admit I was confused about what to write, then decided personal experience was the way to go.
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