Thinking back on it, indecisiveness might be one of my earliest noticeable symptoms. I distinctly remember as a small child making my mom wait at a McDonald’s for several minutes because I couldn’t decide which variety of cheeseburger sounded most appetizing. This was a long running pattern, but I remember this incident because she finally lost patience and told me to just pick one at random if I couldn’t decide.
… which became a life long coping strategy I use to this day.
Sometimes my girlfriend complains that when she asks me, “What should we get for dinner?” when we plan a night out, I tend to somehow turn the question back around on her. I swear I don’t mean to, but I know why I do it. If I have to decide, it will go one of two ways: either we’ll spend about on hour waiting for me to pick something, or I’ll pick the very first thing that pops into mind, which will likely be some place we’ve been to many times, isn’t very exciting, whatever.
Since I’ve pretty much put myself at the mercy of others’ decisions all my life, I have a very highly developed sense of ambivalence xD
It’s also kind of a knock on self esteem sometimes, though, not gonna lie…