Imagine:

Imagine, you wake up to find your room extremely messy. You're disappointed. Of course you are. At some point you always hope you can wake up to your room completely clean.

Now imagine, you wake up to the same scene, your room is still extremely messy, BUT you cleaned it before you went to bed.
WHAT THE HELL?!?! You are confused out of your mind right? You can't even think of anything that might have happened. You go over any possibility: sleep searching (which doesn't even exist), robber, etc. You will probably never figure it out, and you have come to terms with it.
Unfortunately, your friends do not believe you when you tell them your bizarre story. They don't believe you cleaned it, or that you woke up to it messy, they just can't believe that you don't know why.
You go through the entire day in that same mood: completely lost and confused. At a loss for words.

When you get back home, you walk into your room, expecting it to be messy. It's clean.
WHAT THE HELL?!?! You are confused out of your mind again. Of course you are! You walk around the perimeter of your room, wondering what is going on. You then see a shirt (loosely thrown on the floor) and a note saying:

"I'm glad you are walking on your toes now."

You thank your mystery room-maid and are grateful for thirty seconds, but then you forget about it and go to your computer to be a miserable lame teenager. You forget completely about all that happened, about all the mysteriousness that just occured, about everything you should be thankful.


This is probably the most vague metaphor I have ever made. A hundred bucks if you can figure it out.