Of vascillation and confusion

How is it possible for one human heart to be so fickle? From here to there and back through eternity I find myself swinging on an emotional pendulum. My anchor is M, from which I dangle and careen through a vast range of swirling confusion.

I confuse myself just as much as I befuddle those around me. If you ask me my opinion I'll contradict myself three times before settling on any answer...and if you ask again the next day I'll give you another. I know no constant.

Were I a mathematical equation I'd have no ending, no resolution, and would be quantified in imaginary numbers like 0 and decimal points. I do not enjoy this unpredictability any more than anyone else does. I do not like myself much, but I am fond of my talents. What keeps me hanging on is external sensory input.

Please distract me from myself.