I guess you could say I’m indecisive. I have no problem making snap decisions about things I feel strongly about. No, those I can handle. It’s the small, seemingly inconsequential choices which trip me up.

Food related decisions are often the hardest. Heck, I could ponder over a menu for hours – which is why, once I know I like something at a particular restaurant, I tend to stick with it. But sometimes, even deciding where to go out to eat can be painful.

And it’s best if I do my grocery shopping unaccompanied. That way I can spend as much time agonizing over my peanut butter options all by my lonesome.

It’s not just foodstuffs that have me flummoxed on the shopping front. One day I dithered for longer than I care to remember in the body wash aisle, torn between the gentle scent of the “Touch of Sparkle” and the promised intense moisturizing capabilities of the ultra-rich shea butter with moisture beads.

Frankly, it was so traumatizing I considered going back to just plain soap.

Unfortunately, that too came in a number of varieties.