A Word A Day Keeps the Dr. Away: befuddled

10/21/10

befuddled

befuddled: to make (someone) unable to think clearly

I'm certainly not ambiguity's biggest fan, I despise confusion, and befuddlement is my archenemy

The other night I noticed the little needle on my gas gauge had fallen into the red, I needed to get gas. So I rolled out of the dark city street and into the dusty illumination of the Chevron station. I turned down my blasting music, put my car in park, and switched off the engine. I sat inside my car, waiting for the attendant to assist me (they do that here in OR). A middle-aged bearded man tapped on my window and asked me to pop open the gas cap on my tank. I reached down for the switch. Thinking that it had opened, I went back to waiting. But again the man asked me to open the gas cap. I explained to him that that I had already opened it, or at least I thought. I then posited that it simply couldn't be opened, it must be broken. Then he replied, "You can't open it or you won't?" Eventually I got my gas, but nonetheless his comment confused me.

I'll leave you with a final thought: is life a "can" or a "want?"
also, if only I had the audacity...

1 comment:

KayleighSunday, October 31, 2010
you found the most perfect song to go with the post. i think it's time to go to the east coast...maybe we'll find the keepers there. i hear the East is full of intellectual MEN.
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