I have so much trouble making decisions. Trust me, it took me a week to decide to write about this.
I’m not talking about life-changing choices like switching jobs or finding a new apartment (even though, yes, I have been tossing those ideas around in my noggin for years). I’m talking about little things like my husband asking me what I want for dinner, or what I want to watch on tv.
When I’m presented with a question, no matter how small, it immediately puts me into Fight, Flight, or Freeze mode. I instantly see the past, the future, and all alternate dimensions. I process every possible choice and the outcome it may have. I usually end up freezing and giving him no information.
Sometimes it goes the other way, though. I couldn’t care less about what food I put into my face or what show I want to watch. I just can’t muster up the energy to give a hoot about what’s going on around me. In this case, I just tell him I need suggestions, or whatever he wants to do.
It’s not just when someone else presents me with a choice. I will think about something to death even when I’m by myself. Do I read? Eat? Nap? Watch tv? Get lost in the rabbit hole that is the internet? Color? Shower? Do laundry? Dishes? I only have time to do one or two of them, so I’d better make the right decision or somewhere in the world a tiny kitten will lose his ears.