Opposites attract, it is said. These days, I suspect opposites attract all right, and bunched up around their opposite poles, are two groups: the totally apathetic and the absolutely certain.
The majority of us are less extreme, lumped in the middle somewhere, fence-sitters, undecided, waiting for more information to drift in and for the clouds of our doubt to clear -- waiting for something like clarity and confidence to bloom somewhere close to our decision-making abilities, our opinions, our beliefs.
Ignorance and apathy make mischievous, self-chasing twins that raise only dust clouds and smokescreens, when they can be persuaded to move at all. Their opposite forces, ego and conviction, sweat buckets to ensure knowledge and action both corner the market and are locked all the way down.
Me, I usually buzz and flit around the whole length and area of those poles of attraction with an armload of bald facts and bare opinions. Sometimes, I sport splashy, energetic layer cakes of logic, interest, fascination. Other times, frankly, I'd be hard pressed to come up with an eighteenth of a half-baked hoot about anything. Sometimes, bereft of answers and beaten down, I refuse to play at all, completely rejecting the Catch-22, damned if you do, damned if you don't, concept of play -- my own Kobayashi Maru.