Feeling Stuck. It's an interesting concept. Being stuck should be a pleasant experience; it provides stability. But sometimes stability doesn't grant satisfaction. A part of human experience must call for tragedy, violence, uncertainty, fear, pain and everything else synonymous with adventure. This is most apparent in the obsessive manifestation of portrayed human suffering, from cable news to college age oriented websites.
There's something in us that gets too caught up in the mundane and wants, or rather, needs to be jolted out of it. I can imagine myself contemplating my own pitiful concerns as I walked down the street and immediately finding myself in a uncontrolled situation. Maybe it's violence, anger, comedy or simply absurdity. I don't know how it would manifest - maybe as a man walking up and punching me in the face or a mentally imbalanced (aka crazy) man spitting on me. That would really shake me out of the stuck feeling.
Even thinking about the situation makes me swell with anger, righteous anger. It would obliterate all my petty concerns, my need of appreciation and recognition and give me a state of animal-like emotion.
I think that would be beautiful.