Mr. Milan and I have a problem:Â We are both indecisive about little things.
We might decide we want to go out to eat.Â (In fact, since I am on deadline and he is working weird hours, we often decide this.)Â Usually, the conversation devolves into something like this:
Me: Where should we go?
Mr. Milan: I don’t know.Â Where do you want to go?
Me: No fair.Â I asked first.
Mr. Milan: I asked last.
Me: Okay, let’s each list criteria about the place we would like to go, and when we narrow it down so much that there’s only one such place, we will know where to go.
Mr. Milan: Great.Â I’ll start.Â The place we go must serve food.
Me: It must serve edible food.
Mr. Milan: It must serve edible, yummy food.
Me: I see this is going to take a long time.
My whole family is like this.Â At one family reunion, we decided to order pizza and two of my brothers-in-law watched the pizza-ordering process devolve into an endless rehash of toppings we liked and didn’t like.Â Luckily, they were smart and took the bull by the horns and made decisions themselves.Â I think they have a secret pact to make decisions for us–and I suspect they were more than a little bummed to discover they had not won themselves a new ally in Mr. Milan.
Of course, there are some things I am not indecisive about.Â In fact, some of my biggest life decisions I have made in all of three seconds, without need for dilly-dallying.
Are you ever indecisive?Â If so, how are you indecisive?