How would I describe myself? One word, indecisive.
I hate the fact that I am always so lost in decision making.
Throw me a good offer, I'd take it on the spot without any further considerations.
If you wanna mess me up, all you gotta do is just come up with another great offer, then congratulations, you've just ruined my perfect little decision.
I am truly annoyed and irritated by this disease, this plague, this outrageous disorder.
It wears me out and the worst part is that it wears out the people around me too.
When indecisiveness occurs, I ask a lot of questions or rather opinions from people.
I can tell that the words that are coming out from them are just words of comfort.
Nothing genuine but not fake either, but they rely solely on the fact that I needed to be pleased in a way. So, under this situation, a normal person would come up with the best answer to fit into my ears. Like a bribe. Necessary at times, but the truth is, I need not to hear those fitting words.
I believe I would have already done the calculations in my head but I just needed to hear it. An alternative, an assurance.
It's becoming nonsensical. Darn. I guess it's another WHY in my list now.

Peace out.

10:04 AM