Disruptive Realism

I don't know how many of you will remember or are familiar with a song by the Talking Heads called "Once In A Lifetime". It was last featured in the movie "American Beauty". But the lyrics are something like this (leaving out some parts):

"And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful
Wife
And you may ask yourself-well...how did I get here?
...
And you may ask yourself
How do I work this?
And you may ask yourself
Where is that large automobile?
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house!
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife!
...
And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right? ...am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself
My god!...what have I done? "

I sometimes find myself in a similar state of mind that I will describe as disruptive realism. You know, when you wake up one day and try to make sense of where you are in life, how did you get there, why is it so, where are you going from here? Why does it seem that no one really wants to settle down? Why is it that some people, who are cheating themselves, get so upset with their significant other for cheating? Why can't they just agree to have an open relationship? Can I REALLY trust my BEST friends? Why am I STILL single? Do I REALLY want a relationship right now? Am I ready for a relationship right now? Where does all of my money go? Was it really beneficial for me to graduate with my masters? Should I have stopped with my bachelors? Why is there still prejudice? Why do people kill one another? Why is homophobia so strong in people that they feel the need to physically/verbally oppress SGL's? Why is there hair growing on my back? Is that natural? Is that why I'm still single? etc.

Then I awaken from the utopia that I've created within my head where everything is bliss and there is an answer for every question. I come to the reality that I don't have all of the answers and never will. That life sometimes isn't fair, right or will go my way. That I've made some excellent, good, not the best, and down-right stupid decisions in my life. Then it makes me just stand back for a moment and say, "Whoa!". Disruptive realism.