On Decision Making

Last week at Regal two customers walked up to me and bought 15 dollars worth of trans fat. I assumed they were dating, as attractive girls and guys are apt to do, but I suppose that decision had not been made yet. The boy held out a twenty dollar bill; the girl slapped it away and held out a debit card, “He already paid for dinner, please take my card.”

Oh the choices.

So now I’m responsible for the status of this relationship? What’s more, I have to challenge every belief I have been brought up on—as a woman, my mother taught me to never accept anything from men that would somehow undermine a woman’s equality (wait, was this the feminist talking or the liberal, Catholic hater talking?)

I did what any romance-minded “princess locked in a tower” would do and took the boy’s money. Well, at least I settled that question.

I used to think that I never really made any decisions. That I was sort of born with a brain and chained to a computer. But let me list all of the decisions I have made as recently as I can remember:

1) Took a weekend off work to play music, write a story, and read a book

2) Rejected all of the time I should have been using for physics to jump ahead on Death of a Salesman—and read all of it.

3) Pulled a funny prank on a friend, which might not have been so nice…

4) Turned off a really awful movie about post-modernism. What a bore.

5) Ate samosas for breakfast, lunch, and dinner

6) “lost” my wallet so that I would not have money to make a run to the grocery store on my way home

7) Played “The Age of Adz” for the past two weeks

8) Took all linen off of my bed in favor of a sleeping bag. More time efficient.

9) Ordered balloons online so that I can get a head start on my favorite holiday activity—balloon animals

10) Picked up my mandolin for the first time in I don’t know how long

But what this post is really about is the aching wait until college decisions come out. I am 3/3, so what do I have to worry about? Well, failure, but as someone so truthfully pointed out in a deep psycho-analysis, I am used to “failure.” So the problem is…

…that Tulane sent me a birthday card before my grandmother did!

The day I receive some sort of real decision, I will cut my hair, go for a run, and clean my room. But until then “The Age of Adz” will be on replay.

P.S. Ms. Marcy, I still have no idea what to do for my thesis statement. But I think that is perfectly okay. Truth is I am super, super excited for this research paper and ready to challenge myself.