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When I was younger, I remember my aunt telling me that that I should coin this phrase: I don’t know. And don’t get me wrong. I’m not dumb. (I tried to prove it in this post.) I know some things. I’m just indecisive. Really. Really. Really, indecisive.
Some people just know. They know what they’re going to wear each morning. They know which color shoe they prefer. They know which flavor of ice cream they’re going to order. And it’s easy for them to choose what to do when given options on a day with… nothing to do. Me? I can’t even decide what kind of food I feel like eating if I’m not craving anything in particular. And once I’m there, I can’t decide what to order. I suck.
You know what else sucks? Those other people who really know. They just do. And I don’t mean about the unimportant things in life. I mean real shit. These people are all-knowing on an elite level. These are the people that grow up knowing all their life that they want to be a lawyer. And they do it. Then there the others. Those that meet someone and within a short period of time, they too, know. Apparently when you know, you just know.
So what’s the secret?
For one, I graduated years ago, and honestly, I still don’t know what I want to do. When I was in high school, I thought I wanted to be a doctor. Or a pharmacist. Clearly, I’m not. I’m blogging. For fun. Who would have thought?
I had a conversation with my GF the other day and she had the same question. How do you just know? How do you know if he’s the one? What if you think you might know. Is that knowing? Or is there some ultimate force that takes over and makes you 100% sure? Do you trust yourself enough to make that decision? Because I don’t. I “knew” once. And it @#$%’d me over. Now I’m just scarred for life. Traumatized. All-unknowing. That’s another story for another day.
I think a part of the issue is that I’m a perfectionist. I want everything to be perfect, to be right. So, I can over-analyze things. Sometimes. As a result, I don’t know what I want because I’m scared to make the wrong decision. And I can’t figure out what’s best for me. And maybe I’m scared of failure. Which can in turn, cause failure. So what am I to do? Take a leap of faith and risk making a very bad decision? Or play it safe and miss out on opportunities? Are you supposed to think with your head, or your heart? I have a problem. Maybe I’m going through my quarter life crisis. At least that, I know.
What about you? Do you know?
XO,
