Excitement. Yay! Miley Cyrus is about to perform her major summer hit, "We Can't Stop," on the VMAs. You wonder what she will do.
Confusion. Why does she stick her tongue out like that so much? It makes you a little bit uncomfortable. Oh, but Robin Thicke is here!
Disgust. No one should ever grind on Robin Thicke like that, especially when he's wearing vertical stripes.
Turmoil. Paula Patton will probably not like a Disney star rubbing a foam finger on her husband's crotch.
Bafflement. You wonder why Kendrick Lamar would kill any cred he had by involving himself in this mess.
Detachment. You couldn't stop thinking about Miley during the other performances—except for Justin Timberlake's, because he is perfection.
Discussion. The next day at work, all you wanted to do was talk out your feelings about Miley with your coworkers.
Nostalgia. Before she was upsetting the entire western hemisphere, Miley Cyrus gave us adorable pop products like "Party in the U.S.A." or the seminal film The Last Song.
Fatigue. You don't want to talk about Miley anymore. You want to talk about literally anything other than the artist formerly known as Hannah Montana.