Long have I lived with my Indecision.
Slowly injected into me from birth, I never questioned its presence.
It became a constant companion. It possesses a trait which one would want in any friend, that of being there at all crucial times in my life. As soon as some stressful point was reached, there it would be. It taught me that in some cases, giving in to Indecision allowed others to take over, and the load would be lifted.
It was only when my life became ruled by it that I realised the true nature of the beast.
For with Indecision comes the dithering. And dithering makes me sink down… down into the depths of inefficiency. Stuck in the intellectual quicksand while it steals my time.
I had to take action.
A lasso made from the tail feathers of a peacock was all I required. (Fortunately I am acquainted with the foremost expert in miniature lasso construction, so this was not a problem.)
To lure my Indecision out, I took part in a several online quizzes. Firstly I did "What flavour of ice cream are you?" (mint choc chip), then "What sort of scarf are you?" (a long stripy one), and finally during "Which make of car made in 1982 are you?" I noticed my Indecision slipping and seized my chance.
The lasso whipped through the air (nearly taking out my left ear) and caught my Indecision by the ankle.
I wrapped it in a terry towelling bathrobe and tucked it under my pillow for safekeeping during the night.
When I awoke, it had gone. To where, I know not.
Certainly not back into my own head.
If you find my Indecision, please send it home. I miss it.
