I guess as a strong analytic the discontinuity between what I feel/think bothers me greatly, and I'm at a loss to get them to compromise get them in synch as they are incompatible. At the moment it's a bit like floating in a balloon pulled via strings attached to a giant herd of cats, from my basket with superior view screaming shouting coaxing prooving them to go to the left to avoid a large crater, while they are all going sharply to the right fixated on the smell/taste/visions of something else. There isn't even an compromised direction (like somewhere in the middle, it's one or the other, caried on the impulses of some unknown wind.
So follow the cats.
I know, that doesn't much sound like a compromise, but it does free up a lot of energy and time for thinking.