Decisiveness vs Picking

It’s not easy being an up-and-coming internet blogging sensation. I am bombarded daily with requests. Most are pretty simple requests, “Would you blog at our kid’s birthday party “or “Please sign my laptop”. For the sake of not wanting to be over exposed I graciously turn these requests down, but as my internet stardom grows, I am starting to get questions as well as requests. It appears that as my follower (I only have 1 follower, hey stardom has to start somewhere.) would like to know “yours truly” at a personal level. While I was pondering the answers to such questions as what’s my favorite movie, book or brand of detergent to ensure that I stay mountain spring fresh all day, I found out something about myself that I never knew. I am a very indecisive person. This shocks me. Being the VIIP (very important internet personality), that I am, I make hundreds and even thousands of decisions daily (would you like fries with that? – definitely and could you supersize them as well. 2 decisions made right there) and to think that I am indecisive is just pure poppycock.

The more I think about it the more I see myself as being indecisive. What is my favorite movie? well…. I’m not sure. There’s so many to choose from and I’ve enjoyed so many different kinds of movies. What’s my favorite book? Oh gosh, even harder to decide. I’ve read so many different books that to pick one would be like picking my favorite bike (or child, if I had any). What should I wear today…ummm…something clean? What do I want for dinner? It doesn’t matter. Anything is fine. Do these jeans make me look fat – NO, as a matter of fact I was just commenting to a co-worker on how great you look. (I might be indecisive, but I’m not dumb.)

Oddly enough, as indecisive as I am, I am as amazing picker. Which movies do you like more, Armageddon or Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants? Armageddon. Which book did you enjoy more, Da’Vinci Code or the US Penal Code? Da’Vinci Code. Do you want salad or steak for dinner? Steak, of course. When given choices I can quickly and confidently pick the one that I want. When asked to make a decision without choices to choose from, I become a pile of quivering apprehensive unsure goo. Why is that?