I've been really on the fence about a lot of different things you could call "life decisions" lately, and it's really starting to harsh my mellow, man. I have a hard time deciding on things that are slightly more permanent than the lifespan of a housefly, and if I am forced into it, I resemble a cat going into a bathtub. I don't like living in any one place for too long; I hate leases. I'm an Aerobed loving, couch surfing, Craigslist subletter for life--I do have a lovely house to go back to in California (not disclosing where--obviously, that's Internet Rule #1). I haven't had a car in years because I can't decide on one, and I secretly love being chauffeured around like Miss Daisy too-- a clear benefit to my indecision. I can't even decide on a hair color, it's bordering on a 50/50, what to do, all brown/all blonde? I need to take a vote cause I can't decide on that either. It's maybe not so much that I can't decide on things, and more that I change my mind so frequently, and I have no problems doing something about it. What some may call peculiar and anomalous, I call spirited, nomadic, and lets even throw in whimsical for good measure.
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