I'm on the cusp of one of those actual life changing decisions that I've read about. I'm not sure I've ever had one before. Mostly because my innate cowardice usually surfaces and I decide to go and have a nice nap instead, usually until the moment passes for some reason and then I don't actually have to drag myself out of the maw.
People have said to listen to my gut reaction. But I don't think I have a gut reaction. I trust my judgement about as much as I trust my ex-boyfriend. I never know what the right thing to do is. What if I do this and I hate it? What if I miss everyone so much that I spend the entire time staring at four walls and weeping? What if Fatman gets homesick? What if, what if, what IF?
How do people make decisions anyway? I might revert to my tried and tested Magic 8 ball... 'Signs point to no'. Arse.
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