Lola chechi, you are jest simbly fentastic!
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Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Monday, April 9, 2007
This or that? Or how about that one at the back?
I hate fish.
No, I don't mean the kind you plate up, or Nemo, and certainly not my pet goldfish(es), whose long life was not, as I'd imagined, the result of the impeccable care I'd extended (which I had patted myself on the back for, many a time), but due to timely and discreet trips to the pet store-courtesy my parents.
No, my wrath is directed at the two fish that symbolise my time of birth astronomically. Pisces is a water sign, ruled by the raging sea, by Neptune, and by two silly fish that constantly swim in opposite directions. And it is to these fish, some wise guy's pictorial metaphor for conflicting views, that I attribute a rather unpleasant trait of mine-that of being extremely indecisive.
True to my sign, I am a creature that is constantly torn over deciding which road to take. Give me a list of options to choose from, and I end up looking like a monkey who has been given a math equation to solve. While I'm certain my primate cousin would fare better, deciding on a, b or c is just not my thing.
And the world we live in does nothing to soothe my predicament, but instead hatefully rubs salt into my painful wounds. Everywhere I turn, I am plagued by choices, hundreds of them. Shopping leaves me in a tizzy. Hundreds of colours, fabrics, and designs scream out at me. The surge of visual stimuli overloads my brain, which then promptly decides to take the easiest way out, and stops working altogether. I then find myself yearning for the days of Eve, when all she probably had to choose from were either fig or apple.
Ordering a cup of coffee can be a monumental task, when words such as decaf, mocha, latte, espresso, small, regular, large, enter the picture. I stand chewing my cheek, assessing the options, sometimes long enough to make me go cold turkey on caffeine. And don't even get me started on restaurant menus. Choices over what drinks, starters, main courses, and desserts to order make me bug-eyed and happy to chew on just a bread stick for the enitre meal.
Now while I take no responsibilty for this incapacitating trait of mine, (it's those darned fish), I have however come up with a way of dealing with it. The solution to my problem works on the principle of probability. The probability that I might inadvertently choose the right answer. While others might depend on logic, practicality,perhaps even rational thinking to help rid themselves of many a decision-making quandary, I am a firm believer in the power of 'eenie meenie miny, moe'. Now while there have been a few mishaps- like a bikini wax that I accidently opted for, ordering a bowl of steamed broccoli, or buying a dress which I believed was flattering, but ended up looking like a giant pink muumuu, this system has more often than not, worked rather well for me. Perhaps the decision-making Gods have taken pity on my plight, and have ensured that every now and then, I make the right choice. And so it is, that I have chosen the right partner, the right house, the right dog, and yes even the right ficus for my living room.
So while my fishy friends strive hard to impinge chaos, and do win occasionally, all is not lost. For don't I have a strategy that works, and the Heavens on my side?
No, I don't mean the kind you plate up, or Nemo, and certainly not my pet goldfish(es), whose long life was not, as I'd imagined, the result of the impeccable care I'd extended (which I had patted myself on the back for, many a time), but due to timely and discreet trips to the pet store-courtesy my parents.
No, my wrath is directed at the two fish that symbolise my time of birth astronomically. Pisces is a water sign, ruled by the raging sea, by Neptune, and by two silly fish that constantly swim in opposite directions. And it is to these fish, some wise guy's pictorial metaphor for conflicting views, that I attribute a rather unpleasant trait of mine-that of being extremely indecisive.
True to my sign, I am a creature that is constantly torn over deciding which road to take. Give me a list of options to choose from, and I end up looking like a monkey who has been given a math equation to solve. While I'm certain my primate cousin would fare better, deciding on a, b or c is just not my thing.
And the world we live in does nothing to soothe my predicament, but instead hatefully rubs salt into my painful wounds. Everywhere I turn, I am plagued by choices, hundreds of them. Shopping leaves me in a tizzy. Hundreds of colours, fabrics, and designs scream out at me. The surge of visual stimuli overloads my brain, which then promptly decides to take the easiest way out, and stops working altogether. I then find myself yearning for the days of Eve, when all she probably had to choose from were either fig or apple.
Ordering a cup of coffee can be a monumental task, when words such as decaf, mocha, latte, espresso, small, regular, large, enter the picture. I stand chewing my cheek, assessing the options, sometimes long enough to make me go cold turkey on caffeine. And don't even get me started on restaurant menus. Choices over what drinks, starters, main courses, and desserts to order make me bug-eyed and happy to chew on just a bread stick for the enitre meal.
Now while I take no responsibilty for this incapacitating trait of mine, (it's those darned fish), I have however come up with a way of dealing with it. The solution to my problem works on the principle of probability. The probability that I might inadvertently choose the right answer. While others might depend on logic, practicality,perhaps even rational thinking to help rid themselves of many a decision-making quandary, I am a firm believer in the power of 'eenie meenie miny, moe'. Now while there have been a few mishaps- like a bikini wax that I accidently opted for, ordering a bowl of steamed broccoli, or buying a dress which I believed was flattering, but ended up looking like a giant pink muumuu, this system has more often than not, worked rather well for me. Perhaps the decision-making Gods have taken pity on my plight, and have ensured that every now and then, I make the right choice. And so it is, that I have chosen the right partner, the right house, the right dog, and yes even the right ficus for my living room.
So while my fishy friends strive hard to impinge chaos, and do win occasionally, all is not lost. For don't I have a strategy that works, and the Heavens on my side?
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