northernsailor said:Honestly, I’m not even sure what to say to you...
but I certainly know what it’s like living with someone like that.😲 haha
It sounds exactly like how you described my sister...
If I ask her something incredibly basic, like if she wants a glass of juice, she’ll give me this agonizingly slow, contemplative response like, "I don't know, maybe, maybe not." It's enough to make both of us lose our minds.😁
I've become so used to her indecision that I'd probably look like a total pushover to a stranger, but if I actually waited for her to make a decision while we were standing in line at Target, I would have starved to death long ago...
One time, I left her in the deli section to pick out some ham while I walked through the entire grocery store—let's say a massive Walmart—checking out everything I needed and everything I didn't need. When I finally circled back, she was still pacing from one end of the refrigerated aisle to the other, intensely scrutinizing different brands of deli meat.😂...I just thought, for God's sake, just grab a pack of bologna and let's get home...
And don't even get me started on her choice of college. I feel guilty whenever she struggles because it turns out I was the one who talked her into it, though really, I was just trying to help...
She barely buys any clothes herself; most of the time she just likes something I buy, so she wears that instead.
Yeah, she could go on forever about this stuff...
If it weren't funny, it would be tragic, or vice versa...
Your sister is just like me.😁
Even the person who started this thread is like me, but honestly, my indecisiveness doesn't bother me at all—I'm perfectly fine just going wherever the wind blows.😛
My dad signed me up for high school and I couldn't have cared less; everything interested me and nothing interested me in equal measure.
College was just a continuation of that—it's still happening, slowly but surely, and I didn't spend a single second stressing over what to study. I just showed up to the entrance exams without studying and left it up to fate to decide whether I'd end up an engineer or a technician.
Now I'm with a guy I love (and yeah, go ahead and guess, he's the one who chased me down, I was pretty indifferent) and even if I stopped loving him or whatever, I wouldn't leave him—I'd probably just wait around and act in some weirdly passive way until he eventually dumped me.
When a waiter asks what I want to drink, half the time I almost say my favorite word: "whatever" (though, since I used to work as a waitress myself, I don't actually say that part too often)😂 instead, I just wait for the person I'm with to order and then say the exact same thing.
And life is great; I'm genuinely happy, just floating along.😉
(I don't think I was always this way; I probably spent too much time blaming myself for past mistakes. This is more like a preventative measure—if things happen, they happen. Again, I'm doing great.)👍