Saturday, 21 January 2012

Decisions, decisions

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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