It has become abundantly obvious to me recently that I have major commitment issues. And not just in relationships.
I spent three days perusing and analyzing the nutrition information before a lunch out with my friends. And then I got there and didn’t even order what I had chosen.
So, when shopping for my new car, I had major decision anxiety.
I liked one, but knew that since it was the first one I’d test driven, that I should drive others.
After all, the last car I bought, I didn’t love, and it didn’t really meet my needs. I had chosen it quickly, without driving anything else. I was backed against the wall, had to have something reliable, and was car shopping in Arctic temperatures.
This time, I was determined NOT to have that same problem. I wanted to test drive everything in the class of car I was considering.
Except that it’s freaking HOT this time of year. And I’m tired.
So, I drove two. Sat in one more. And then spent three weeks on the fence.
As a librarian, I believe strongly in the power of information. I researched this decision to death. I read hundreds of reviews. I got insurance quotes. I bugged the sales reps with questions and still more questions.
I spent hours talking to myself (and anyone else who would listen) about this decision.
Side note: Dear friends and family who had to listen to my ramblings, I’m so terribly sorry. You see, I’m an extroverted problem solver. I must talk it out. And my kids are tired of listening to me.
Finally, I knew that the time had come that I needed to pull the trigger. I read another hundred reviews, then made my choice.
I made the right one. There’s no question in my mind.
But if it takes me three days to choose my lunch and three weeks to choose my car, imagine how hard it is for me to settle down with a boyfriend.
I think I need my therapist.