Quite simply, I can't make decisions. Whether it's what to cook tonight, whether to tackle the WIP or blog (guess what won today), whether to do take yet another mistake to the Oxfam shop or hoover under the bed (Oxfam shop), what to take to the Oxfam shop in the first place (today, old tee shirts and an anorak. I think...), whether to phone the vet and pay my bill (after all, I've got to do it some time). What is the matter with me?
I dither over such clothes as I buy (I don't buy many), and when I finally decide that I will buy That Garment, it's gone (or the the very next day, it's in the sale. How infuriating is that). I dithered over whether to buy another horse, because they are a luxury, and Titch was irreplaceable (horse won); I dithered over whether to have saxophone lessons (I really liked the idea, but still haven't got round to it).
So here I am, living as it were in a big room, with lots of open doors. I can't quite decide which door(s) to go through, so they all remain open, but the rooms/oportunities beyond remain unexplored.
Is there a name for this disease*? And more to the point, is there a cure? Anyone...?
(*It's hereditary. I have at least one very dithery son, the poor love.)
Friday, 17 May 2013
Posted by Frances Garrood at 16:36
Labels: Making decisions
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AYE Lass...It's called can't Make me Mind up Syndrome.ReplyDelete
Nothing to worry about and nothing that a posh Claret or two won't cure.
I've tried the claret, but either it wasn't posh enough or I'm beyond help, Adrian!Delete
I suppose it's of no help if I say there may be more than one way of looking at it... (LOL) I think I get a bit like that when there's too much going on and especially if I'm not particularly longing to do any of it. - If you want to take a more positive view then you can just say you like to keep your options (doors) open...ReplyDelete
I think the "not particularly longing" thing is part of the trouble DT!Delete
I would vote against saxophone lessons if for no other reason than the peace and sanity of your neighbors. Wouldn't want to startle them with all that wailing.ReplyDelete
My neighbour plays the viol and she has little get-togethers with other viol players. The sound is....very Hentry VIII, aad not jolly at all, so maybe the saxophone might redress the balance a bit?Delete
I suspect that it's the trivial decisions that are hard. The ones that matter are when you find you can't do the wrong thing, or you go with your heart.ReplyDelete
Yes - good point, Z! I decided to marry two lovley men (not at the same time; the first one died, and then I remarried), and had the family I wanted, so I guess that's a start. But some of the lesser things still matter...Sigh.Delete
I think you're thoughtful rather than dithering.ReplyDelete
My daughter plays the saxophone and I love hearing it. I wish I could make a wonderful sound that fills the house. x
You're very sweet, Joanna. I wish it were true (the thoughtful bit)!Delete
When faced with a major business or professional decision I had no problems. Put a menu in front of me in a restaurant and I'm a complete ditherer: I make my mind up at the moment the eye looks at me enquiringly and rarely a second before. So, Frances, you are not alone. Not, of course, that that is any comfort but at least I've got it off my chest.ReplyDelete