It's funny how we can sometimes trace our present positions in life back to one choice.
One fork in the road that may have caused us damage or heartache.
One decision that brought us to where we are today.
Our lives, our happiness is sometimes contingent on a split second decision.
To say yes, or no.
To leave or to stay.
To come clean or to hide.
No matter how simple or complicated they may be... I hate making decisions.
Accepting that the outcome will be my fault, or my achievement, is sometimes too much for me to handle.
I'd rather not decide where we have dinner, just in case the service isn't up to par.
I'd rather not quit a job, but be fired, regardless of how unhappy I was while working there.
I'd rather not say goodbye to someone... but instead have them say goodbye to me.
Because I need to protect myself from the consequences of my choices.
The heartache, the aftermath of saying "no," or sometimes even worse, saying "yes."
Because with choices, comes blame.
And without a belief in fate... I know that I can only blame myself.