In the beginning I was independent and decisive. However, what once seemed so easy was now so hard.
It was a day like any other. I went through the normal motions of my routine: woke up, went to school, arrived home, took a shower, drove to Zack’s, completed some homework, went to rent a movie, and ate dinner. This has become customary to my every day. But each day, the simplicities of life grow increasingly more difficult.
There we stood, just him and me, in front of an entire plethora of choices. Drama, action/adventure, horror, comedy, romance; I wasn’t sure which one to choose.
Overwhelmed with uncertainty, I cowardly turned in to him and muttered, “Which one do you feel like?” Unhappy with the usual, “I don’t care; whatever” response, I let out a sorrowed sigh in frustration. “Just pick one!” he snapped, as he too was becoming more and more hostile from my inability to make a decision. “Fine! Let’s just get this one,” I groaned as I hurriedly clawed at a comedy in dire hopes to lighten the mood.
As we left the store I felt relieved in, what should have been a simple conquest at Blockbuster; yet my feelings of satisfaction and eminence were struck down when he then asked, “Okay, now what do you want for dinner?” Once again, the uneasiness of not knowing what I wanted crept its way back into my stomach. The knot that formed in my throat left me incapable to answer him. “Ummm…” I managed to stutter. “I don’t know. What do you feel like?” “Here we go again,” I thought to myself as I knew this would only ignite an annoying round of back-and-forth irresolution. “Why don’t you pick, Zack, since I chose the movie?” I figured that this would be an even trade, but I soon found out that I was wrong. As soon as I said that, I was immediately answered back with, “Kaylyn, I’m not going to pick for you. You’re the one who’s hungry. I really don’t care what we eat. Just choose, please!” Out of compulsion and hastiness, I quickly countered with, “Someburros.”
Later that night, when my stomach felt as though it was being turned inside out and the movie was so dull that we were forced to turn it off, I knew that I should have chosen pizza and a good, old-fashioned horror flick. Serves me right to be indecisive, I guess.
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I really enjoyed your blog. This one was sweet and simple to me. The underlying reason of why you were so indecisive was stress? That was the moral I got. I know that back and forth all to well, which sounds exactly like my guy and I. I thought that sort of conversation only happened to us, but now I know I’m not only.
ReplyDeleteOverall good blog, I wish that I could have heard more of what he was thinking, or what you thought was going threw is mind. For instance towards the end when you realized what you should have done. Maybe what you think he thought about what happen in the grand scheme of it all.
Thanks for sharing Mercedes
Its comforting to find that I am not the only one that is terribly indecisive. I struggle with that constantly myself and I could very easily relate myself to this story. For this assignment I found it very hard trying to follow the braided essay format, its difficult because stories are supposed to be intertwined and connected in some way and at the same time you need to make sure that your reader is following your thinking process. I enjoyed the post as always but I didn’t see that braided essay format within this post but I could be wrong and am just missing something?
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