He must decide, he must decide
Even though I made him up, he must decide…
– Phoebe Buffay’s song
The good thing about being adult is that you have a the freedom to choose things for yourself, no?
That should include saying no to things you don’t want, quit the job you don’t like, not being friend with people you don’t respect, no?
And not attending events you don’t enjoy, leaving cliques that won’t make you grow, refuse to be dragged around by peer’s pressure, no?
How many friends that you actually hate but you still have them around because you’re too afraid of confrontation? How many job you wish to have or place you wish to go to but you’re too afraid to leave the thing you do now, simply because it’s ‘saver’? How many invitations you unwillingly accept because you’re holding back from saying no? How many chances you miss because you hesitate?
Because deciding things for yourself means that you know what you want, or what’s best for you. But sometimes you just don’t. You don’t have the slightest idea, or you have too many possibilities in your mind or you just don’t have the guts to take the risk.
Because deciding things for yourself means whatever it’s turns out to be, it is you and you only, responsible for your choices.
Isn’t that frightening, deciding things for yourself?