I Have a Tendency...

to change my mind. A lot. Constantly, really.

For example, you know how I was super depressed about Sly? Well, I changed my mind. I'm not giving him up. I love my little spastic dog and we've decided to just not have him around people at our house. If we have company he'll go straight upstairs and stay in the goth kid's room. He's absolutely fantastic with just Ted and I and well frankly that's what matters. We aren't going to have a kid anytime soon, but I think he'd do well with a baby constantly being around if and when that time comes.

I know why I'm indecisive - I'm a people pleaser through and through. I overanalyze and look at a situation from every imaginable angle and how my decision will effect the entire universe. I think I know that my decision to eat a turkey sandwich for lunch today won't impact anyone other than myself and the place I purchase it from. However I am also thinking about how I've had a sandwich twice this week and I don't want the custodian to label me "that sandwich and Dr Pepper girl" because of my trash. I know he labels me the Dr Pepper girl cause he told me so when I was at work late and he came in. It freaked me out a little.

Anyway, I drive everyone nuts with my indecision, especially T. Deciding what to do for dinner is always an adventure:
Me: So, what do you want to do for supper? I forgot to take meat out again.
T: I don't care...what do you want?
Me: Ummmmmmmmmmm I don't know what I'm in the mood for. Maybe Sonic?
T: Ok I can do Sonic
*Brief moment of silence*
Me: Nevermind...what about Whataburger? That sounds good, right?
T: Either would be fine.
Me: Ooo no we should have BBQ!
*Brief moment of silence*
T: Ok which one?
Me: I don't know...you pick.
T: I really don't care and I know that you do, so which do you really want?
*Brief moment of silence*
T: Well? BBQ?
Me: Nah, just go to Sonic.

We repeat this same conversation as T walks out the door to get the food. I don't understand how he hasn't murdered me yet.

So if I can't decide food options, how am I supposed to make a sound decision on whether I keep a dog or not. I've gone back and forth every minute of the last few days. Ultimately I love him too much to give him up and I don't want the guilt to kill me. Cause that's another thing I'm horrible about - Guilt. That's a blog for another day.

What are you indecisive about?