When indecision rules your life, decisions usually have to be made on the spur of the moment. Otherwise what do you do? Nothing, I guess. Even the decision not to make a decision has to be made at some point, or the whole universe implodes. I think. Iím not completely sure about that last part, but I do know how it affects my life.
Today, for example, I left the house on my morning errand run with the full intention of taking time I didnít have to do something I needed to do. After going to the post office, I was going to slip over to the mall to get a haircut. About halfway to the post office I changed my mind. It was for the best, really, because (a) I didnít have time, and (2) I was going to lose an hour this afternoon picking D.J. up from school.
Just as I got to the post office, I heard a siren. A fire engine went roaring by in the direction Iíd have to go to get home. So instead of going directly home I went the other way, toward the mall, and got a haircut. Iím so glad I didnít have to make this decision for myself, although Iíd like to take the credit when something turns out so well. Not just a good haircut, but no waiting. For once, they were waiting for me.
This is a little like the decision I donít make every weekend. I start out intending to work on Saturday, and then I ďdecideĒ I can put it off until Sunday. On Sunday, I decide it isnít that important and might as well wait until Monday. This is the kind of scrambled decision making (or non-making) that leaves me gasping by Monday afternoon, snapping at people who donít deserve it.
But when thereís a decision to be made, you can count on me not to make it, especially if circumstances make it for me.