I dislike indecisiveness. Wen I see it in other people, I just want to make them just choose something, one way or another. It is not that difficult.
Lately, my distaste for indecision has turned into self-loathing. Everyday, I find myself wondering and questioning myself. It could be items on a menu. An outfit. A time slot for: exercise, homework, sleeping in my bed, food, friends, sleeping in class, parties, outdoor activities like pretending to enjoy frisbee, sleeping on my notes in the library. College has way too many options. The increasingly warm weather has even revealed what I've known to be true for a long time: Classes are optional. The raging has forced me to reevaluate how I should make decisions.
A shining example of Connelly at her finest decision-making occurred Friday night. I was at my friend's apartment, and she decided the time had come to make cookies. I'm a semi-picky cookie eater but had these particular cookies before, and I knew they were worth the excruciatingly long 15 minutes of preparation and cook time.
The starting point of our Friday night masterpiece batter was Martha Stewart's chocolate chip cookies. The recipe is online. And that recipe is fine. It's better than fine really. Those chocolate chip cookies are very good. They do not, however, adequately represent my style of decision-making. Let me explain.
My friend loves to cook, so her apartment is stocked with nuts and chips of varying chocolate persuasions and dried fruit and baked goods with her name on them. As we stirred the butter and the sugar and the eggs and the chocolate chips into the bowl, my friend threw open her cabinets with the kind of glint in her eye that fully supported my new style of decision-making.
"You wanna put more stuff in?" she asked devilishly. And I had an epiphany that hit me with the same force of the not having to go to class revelation: I don't have to know which one to pick. Which one can mean anything. Chocolate chips or walnuts? Both. Going out Thursday or Friday? Both. Todd or Kevin? You get the idea.
Our "chocolate chip" cookies had lots of chocolate chips. And walnuts. And almonds. And raisins. And coconut. And white chocolate chips. And crumbled up chocolate cake. Our cookies were indecision at its best. We took the either/or option and upgraded it to both, then just decided to go with "all."
Eating the batter - salmonella be damned - and the ingredients and finally the finished product, I reveled in the freedom of not having to choose. In the back of my mind, I knew that going all-in might be possible for cookie batter but that most situations in life will require me to choose just one. Just one entr
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