Guys & Dolls,
I’m like the donkey who starved, because he couldn’t decide which bale of hay to eat, when he had two equal looking piles of hay. I feel paralyzed since time is always crushing down on me(as if I’m special), and I fear the consequences of making the wrong decision.
Maybe I should look back to see if I see hoof marks in the snow, since I already feel like an ass.
Some decisions have great commitments though, moneywise and time wise, and generally I’ve delayed making those when I’m under severe stress.
I’ll try the small decisions, and like most things, I’ll get better.
One small bite of hay for mankind, one large donkey pie for me!
Stress and indecision
I can’t decide on health treatment plans, and I suffer, without going into the gory details, since it’s embarrassing. I have health care, but can’t take the steps. The same is true for staple things which I’m afraid to shop for, since my time constraints disorient me to the point that I can’t make the simplest decisions.
I kept looking for information, and of course, there’s no end for perfectionism. There needs to be another name for “perfectionism”, since there’s nothing “perfect” about being dissatisfied.
Another place is besides the fear of going out, I can’t carry out these plans.
When I look at pros/cons, I don’t have a “feeling” about what’s right/wrong for me, since my mood is so low too.
Also, dependents suffer, causing more stress, and reenforcing the cycle.