I find that I am easily confused. This is only fair, given that I'm easily confusing too, but somehow that doesn't make it any easier for me to cope when I'm at an ice cream shop or am walking down the street on Christmas Eve, and see lots and lots of people wearing glowing devil horns. The people dressed up as animals, that I could deal with. But the devil horns was just a tad bit too much for me. I honestly don't know what I would have done if they'd tried to hide my coat.
Likely I'd have tried clicking my heels together chanting "There's no place like home, there's no place like home," thereby reinforcing the widely-held belief that I'm easily confusing whilst convincing the rest of the world which doesn't yet know it that I'm certifiably insane. But I've lost the certificate.
I think that I handle most changing situations fine. My head has yet to explode as it tries to deal with paradoxen, and even has managed to create a few on its own. But yet, even with the ability to handle the difficult questions I seem to have, I still manage to get confused. Maybe it's a defensive measure that helps keep the universe from exploding whenever I see myself walking down the street.
Either way, I'm still going to start using it as an excuse. "I'm confused... why did I get out of bed this morning, again? Oh well, back to sleep for me, I guess!"