Seriously. What is wrong with people? Or am I the only one blessed with a decisive mind in this world of fools?

It is a decision. One fcuking decision. A teeny weeny decision that, as much as you want it to, will not change your life. It is as simple as you have 10 apples and 2 baskets and you have to distribute the apples into the baskets in any random way you please. In random way. Very simple. Why, why is it so difficult? It is so beyond me. Really. I cannot figure out the complexity. Or complexities. Those that have been keeping you from taking that damn decision.

And why do I always have to come and sort out the mess and show you the way out of the black hole, back into the universe? No, it's not only you. It's every freaking person who needs to make a decision around me. Fine, that's blowing it way out of proportion. But every third person for sure. Do I have some sort of something plastered on my forehead that says I know all the answers? Or do I look like I have attained the state of nirvana and letting me take your decisions for you is the only way you can inch closer to salvation?

Grrrrr. Yes I growl.

I need a change. I need to be at the other end. I need to know what it is like on the flip side. I need you or whoever to be taking my decisions for me. Maybe not. But I definitely do not need to be taking your decisions for you. Grow up.

Time. It has been passing by real fast lately. Flying by actually. The days, the week, the months. I'm getting kinda freaked out. I have always tried to push away, procrastinate, ignore, thinking I will have the time to figure them all out later. Tomorrow. Or day after. Or whenever the time is right. But these days, every time I lay my eyes on the calendar, I can feel the time running out. The stopwatch ticking. The sand slipping away from my palms. Like the grip my hands had on time sometime ago vanished overnight. I need to answer all the questions real soon. I need to take the decisions. I need to choose my ways. I'm panicking. Not good.

The weekend flew by. I closed my eyes on Friday night, and it seems like I have opened them straight to a Monday morning. Seriously. The weekend has two days. 48 hours. That is a good amount of time. I know time takes its flights far and away, but never this long. You can't just cruise through 2 days in a 7 day week like it was nothing. I know it probably means I'm having a nice time, loving it, etc etc. Not feeling time drag you through the day is a good thing in the normal world. Agreed on that. But my questions and my decisions and my ways! What am I supposed to do about them? I need to figure something out. Or else I'm screwed.

I felt like I have been living a wishful life today. A wishful life run by my wishful thinkings. Not good. Maybe it's time to pick up the pieces, throw out the imaginary ones, and get going on. Time waits for no man, no?