The flip flopping was killing him, if he’d simple stuck to one stance the campaign wouldn’t be Hindenburging right now. politics in this country is like prom court, the voters are fickle and the positions are about as important at “under the sea” or “a night in Hollywood”.
The indecision to call you was biting at the fibers of my brain. It tugged and pulled mercilessly in the direction of whether you’d want to hear from me, or if you had grown so accustomed to the loneliness I had shrouded you in.
quite nearly synonymous
in fact almost exactly the same
(or maybe not /almost exactly
probably possibly exactly
but perhaps I should not put probably and possibly together
though I kind of like the sound of it
even though it’s kind of awkward
I kind of think I like awkward)
with
“me”
The indecisions
Whirling around in my brain
Do I really love you
Or have I gone insane?
Your voice, it stays in my mind
It makes my heart beat quick
But when you say “You’re lovely” to me
It makes my head feel sick
my life is made entirely of indecision. i can never choose immediately what i want. to eat it or not to eat it. should i have chosen somewhere else to go. i ask others what they think i should choose. i stumble and stutter, unable to decide upon my own path.
I’m plagued by an indecision complex I swear. I blame my father. When I was younger he would always ask me, “estas segura que no te vas a arrepentir?” when torn between one barbie or the other. After I got home, his words would still echo in my mind and after a couple of plays I’d regret my choice.
Hamlet had two choices. “To be or not to be.” That was the question, but at the same time, it wasn’t. There was really only one choice – whether to sleep now or sleep later. Because we all know that at one point, death no longer becomes a choice but an imperative.
I walked back and forth, back and forth across the small hotel room. He was sitting on the bed watching me as I paced, indecision marked clearly on my face. “What should I do?” I asked him. I started to pace a little bit faster. I don’t know. I really don’t know.
Her eyes flitted with indecision as he walked away. If there was ever a time that hewr f*cking legs should have just MOVED, just walked for her instead of waiting for her command, it was that moment. But, to her complete and udder horror, she stood there and watched as he disappeared.
The moment when your fingers touch the keys and your muse takes flight, but in the wrong direction. She flees as if you mean to kill her and you are left staring at a blank screen uncertain how to begin.
A crossroads, a moment in time when we turn from one path to find another. It is the moment when regret is born. We are born to regret. Creatures destined to be unhappy with where we are.
My life was put into that moment, and I was so terrified. If I were to stay undecided, I would die. And that wasn’t an option. But how could I live with a lie? There was just no answer, so I stood silently until the bell went off.
Hanksmith’s indecision would prove costly, as the industrial revolution would move along without him, dangling on the thread of entrepreneurship as he continued to ponder over how he could improve his automobile ideas. Soon, many others, more apt-minded and even more assertive than he could ever be, came out with plenty of horseless carriages, and he was stranded in the dust created by the tires as they screeched out a farewell.
He stood outside the door, hesitant and impatient, uncertain and so frightened. He raised his hand to knock and the world froze. Time stopped and he was turned to stone.
The world weighed. How the world came in to existence, what happened between then and now. Feeling like she had to make a decision she chose where her head would lay. It was there for a while, spinning around in her head, just like the world itself.
But someone hit a switch. There was now indecision. There was uncertainty.
She was never quite sure what the right answer was, even though she seemed to others always to be right. Was it doubt, masquerading as humility, false or real? Or was it just indecision? She was indecisive about that, too.
I am not sure what to do. Should I tell him off or not? Should I stay or should I go? I know that I am too nice, that I will never leave. But I am always everyone’s doormat. Is this how it goes? Is someone’s lifelong indecision what leads to someone one day blowing up?
The inability to make a decision. As the word was flashed, I could not decide what I should say about the term. I am usually not indecisive, so it was surprising I had little to say.
What is this indecision DHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I CANT SPELL WTF IS MY LIFE I SHOULD JUST GO BACK TO PLAY CRICKET OR DO SOMETJHING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH AGAIN WHY DO I EXIST AEIOUAEIOUAEIOUAEIOUAEIOUAEIOU IM GOING INSANE SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
OH MY GOD
THIS WORLD IS JUST IN MY MIND
IT IS JUST AN IMIGINATION
I AM REALLY IN A COMA AND YOU GUYS ARE ALL JUST IN MY MIND
EVERYTHING HERE IS MADE BY ME
Lilly always took too long. Peter could’ve given her a thousand options and her only answer would be ‘oh, whatever you wanna do’. It drove him up the wall. How was he supposed to know what she wanted to do? Could he read minds?
Oh. The soft rush of breath sweeps into my lungs like a violent wind throwing open the doors of a castle, laying siege to my body, stopping my brain. Oh. Oh, oh no, the wind swirled through the castle, gaining a friend, an ally, an additional nemesis to oppose me. I was going to die. Right here, right now, that was it, I was done for. He knew. There was no other word for it, he knew and I was going to die. The cake that had been so laboriously prepared was gone (eaten) and he knew. He knew who to blame. Oh, Oh no oh no oh no.
There was no indecision or hesitation in Robyn’s last words whispered to her dying husband,”Andy,I hope you rot in hell.”She then gently kissed him on the forehead.
The last time we were at this crossroads, I didn’t know where might be best to travel. Having taken no detours before now, it was time to begin. The left turn was the right one.
My god, the whole venture was rife with indecision. Which blue sky do yo pick? September blue or eleven afternoon indigo? You just take a breathe, close your eyes and step off. That was your decision.
Her indecision weighed heavily on her troubled mind. Why couldn’t she choose what to do with these two men? They both had cared for her during her grieving process, but she found it difficult to pick just one. Both were wonderful men, attractive, and had great jobs; this was a decision she just couldn’t make on her own…she needed her mother. But her mother was dead now, no longer able to give the advice she desperately longed for.
my strong suit. My mother tells me all the time, I can’t make any decisions. Is it a curse or some evolutionary advantage? Well the truth is, I dont know. It sure frustrates even me on a daily basis as I struggle to decide which milk should top off my fruit loops
Indecision is a weird word, I’m not entirely sure what to write about it, almost indecisive you could say. Out of all the many words I could have been thrown I would like to think of this as fairly relevant to me, I’m quite indecisive myself. Thankfully I’ve had a lot of people and situations decide things for me, almost by chance.
I wonder if I have the time,
To spare sixty seconds of my life,
And try and create something worthwhile,
Something to inspire,
Something to invigorate,
Something to perhaps lift me off this worldly plain and on to an ethereal atmosphere.
Maybe if I could only stop wondering…
“Indecisive?” He grinned. “Not me. Not ever.”
“Oh, yeah?” I countered.
“Yes.”
“What about that time you couldn’t decide whether to play football or basketball?”
She stared down at the item in her hands. She had the choice. The choice of freedom or death.
Her decision would change her, and the man standing in front of her.
She had to choose. She had to overcome her indecision. She had to be strong.
Indecision is caused when one object meets another object but can never really collide into action. It occurs when your spark plugs won’t light because something is wrong with the ignition. Indecision is the summary of one’s early 20’s in three syllables; Furthermore angered by existential problems of living in the modern age.
Where is Fickle? I can’t decide. Miss F, the uber-talented, well-schooled, non-dashed chick, divining truth from the core of existence. Is she photographing trees, stark against orange skies? (No doubt a one-off.) Playing a little thing called 750 Words? (Impossible to sift through without the help of the NSA.) Darkened by her cloudy city…or becoming sun to conquer it? (Unlikely without the power of movement.) Who knows? Sonneillon? Saudade? Anyone?
I don’t know which way to go. left could mean happiness and freedom, but a high chance of failure. Did i really have the skills for that? Then right would mean no freedom, but a job and money. Which way to turn? Left i decide. No turning back.
He stood at the top of the hill, staring at the fields, the buildings, the roads. The roads. They ran east and west, north and south, as far as he can see and ever onward. For all he knew, one of those roads ran to the end of the world and then back to the beginning.
The road’s where I should be, he thought. But I’m up here instead, wracked with indecision, so scared of being able to go anywhere that I’m going nowhere.
The flip flopping was killing him, if he’d simple stuck to one stance the campaign wouldn’t be Hindenburging right now. politics in this country is like prom court, the voters are fickle and the positions are about as important at “under the sea” or “a night in Hollywood”.
The indecision to call you was biting at the fibers of my brain. It tugged and pulled mercilessly in the direction of whether you’d want to hear from me, or if you had grown so accustomed to the loneliness I had shrouded you in.
empanadas or pancakes?
beliefs or money?
do I love him or not?
pink hair or back to black?
college or no?
texas or georgia?
…currently.
quite nearly synonymous
in fact almost exactly the same
(or maybe not /almost exactly
probably possibly exactly
but perhaps I should not put probably and possibly together
though I kind of like the sound of it
even though it’s kind of awkward
I kind of think I like awkward)
with
“me”
The indecisions
Whirling around in my brain
Do I really love you
Or have I gone insane?
Your voice, it stays in my mind
It makes my heart beat quick
But when you say “You’re lovely” to me
It makes my head feel sick
my life is made entirely of indecision. i can never choose immediately what i want. to eat it or not to eat it. should i have chosen somewhere else to go. i ask others what they think i should choose. i stumble and stutter, unable to decide upon my own path.
I’m plagued by an indecision complex I swear. I blame my father. When I was younger he would always ask me, “estas segura que no te vas a arrepentir?” when torn between one barbie or the other. After I got home, his words would still echo in my mind and after a couple of plays I’d regret my choice.
Indecision kids, don’t let it get to you
Hamlet had two choices. “To be or not to be.” That was the question, but at the same time, it wasn’t. There was really only one choice – whether to sleep now or sleep later. Because we all know that at one point, death no longer becomes a choice but an imperative.
I walked back and forth, back and forth across the small hotel room. He was sitting on the bed watching me as I paced, indecision marked clearly on my face. “What should I do?” I asked him. I started to pace a little bit faster. I don’t know. I really don’t know.
Her eyes flitted with indecision as he walked away. If there was ever a time that hewr f*cking legs should have just MOVED, just walked for her instead of waiting for her command, it was that moment. But, to her complete and udder horror, she stood there and watched as he disappeared.
The moment when your fingers touch the keys and your muse takes flight, but in the wrong direction. She flees as if you mean to kill her and you are left staring at a blank screen uncertain how to begin.
A crossroads, a moment in time when we turn from one path to find another. It is the moment when regret is born. We are born to regret. Creatures destined to be unhappy with where we are.
My life was put into that moment, and I was so terrified. If I were to stay undecided, I would die. And that wasn’t an option. But how could I live with a lie? There was just no answer, so I stood silently until the bell went off.
Hanksmith’s indecision would prove costly, as the industrial revolution would move along without him, dangling on the thread of entrepreneurship as he continued to ponder over how he could improve his automobile ideas. Soon, many others, more apt-minded and even more assertive than he could ever be, came out with plenty of horseless carriages, and he was stranded in the dust created by the tires as they screeched out a farewell.
He stood outside the door, hesitant and impatient, uncertain and so frightened. He raised his hand to knock and the world froze. Time stopped and he was turned to stone.
SO MUCH INDECISION IN MY LIFE.
The world weighed. How the world came in to existence, what happened between then and now. Feeling like she had to make a decision she chose where her head would lay. It was there for a while, spinning around in her head, just like the world itself.
But someone hit a switch. There was now indecision. There was uncertainty.
There was joy and freedom in that place.
She was never quite sure what the right answer was, even though she seemed to others always to be right. Was it doubt, masquerading as humility, false or real? Or was it just indecision? She was indecisive about that, too.
I am not sure what to do. Should I tell him off or not? Should I stay or should I go? I know that I am too nice, that I will never leave. But I am always everyone’s doormat. Is this how it goes? Is someone’s lifelong indecision what leads to someone one day blowing up?
The inability to make a decision. As the word was flashed, I could not decide what I should say about the term. I am usually not indecisive, so it was surprising I had little to say.
What is this indecision DHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I CANT SPELL WTF IS MY LIFE I SHOULD JUST GO BACK TO PLAY CRICKET OR DO SOMETJHING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH AGAIN WHY DO I EXIST AEIOUAEIOUAEIOUAEIOUAEIOUAEIOU IM GOING INSANE SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
OH MY GOD
THIS WORLD IS JUST IN MY MIND
IT IS JUST AN IMIGINATION
I AM REALLY IN A COMA AND YOU GUYS ARE ALL JUST IN MY MIND
EVERYTHING HERE IS MADE BY ME
I AM YOUR GOD NOW
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I AM GOING INSANE NOW
AEIOU.
“Your indecision is killing me.”
“Oh, fuck off.”
Lilly always took too long. Peter could’ve given her a thousand options and her only answer would be ‘oh, whatever you wanna do’. It drove him up the wall. How was he supposed to know what she wanted to do? Could he read minds?
“Fine, let’s-”
“No, I don’t want to.”
“…Okay. Whatever.”
Oh. The soft rush of breath sweeps into my lungs like a violent wind throwing open the doors of a castle, laying siege to my body, stopping my brain. Oh. Oh, oh no, the wind swirled through the castle, gaining a friend, an ally, an additional nemesis to oppose me. I was going to die. Right here, right now, that was it, I was done for. He knew. There was no other word for it, he knew and I was going to die. The cake that had been so laboriously prepared was gone (eaten) and he knew. He knew who to blame. Oh, Oh no oh no oh no.
There was no indecision or hesitation in Robyn’s last words whispered to her dying husband,”Andy,I hope you rot in hell.”She then gently kissed him on the forehead.
The story of my life. Must be why I’m still a child.
The last time we were at this crossroads, I didn’t know where might be best to travel. Having taken no detours before now, it was time to begin. The left turn was the right one.
rainstorm? snack?
chasm? snowfield?
Siren? Telemachus?
belly button? star?
My god, the whole venture was rife with indecision. Which blue sky do yo pick? September blue or eleven afternoon indigo? You just take a breathe, close your eyes and step off. That was your decision.
Her indecision weighed heavily on her troubled mind. Why couldn’t she choose what to do with these two men? They both had cared for her during her grieving process, but she found it difficult to pick just one. Both were wonderful men, attractive, and had great jobs; this was a decision she just couldn’t make on her own…she needed her mother. But her mother was dead now, no longer able to give the advice she desperately longed for.
my strong suit. My mother tells me all the time, I can’t make any decisions. Is it a curse or some evolutionary advantage? Well the truth is, I dont know. It sure frustrates even me on a daily basis as I struggle to decide which milk should top off my fruit loops
Indecision is a weird word, I’m not entirely sure what to write about it, almost indecisive you could say. Out of all the many words I could have been thrown I would like to think of this as fairly relevant to me, I’m quite indecisive myself. Thankfully I’ve had a lot of people and situations decide things for me, almost by chance.
I wonder if I have the time,
To spare sixty seconds of my life,
And try and create something worthwhile,
Something to inspire,
Something to invigorate,
Something to perhaps lift me off this worldly plain and on to an ethereal atmosphere.
Maybe if I could only stop wondering…
“Indecisive?” He grinned. “Not me. Not ever.”
“Oh, yeah?” I countered.
“Yes.”
“What about that time you couldn’t decide whether to play football or basketball?”
She stared down at the item in her hands. She had the choice. The choice of freedom or death.
Her decision would change her, and the man standing in front of her.
She had to choose. She had to overcome her indecision. She had to be strong.
So she stabbed him.
Indecision is caused when one object meets another object but can never really collide into action. It occurs when your spark plugs won’t light because something is wrong with the ignition. Indecision is the summary of one’s early 20’s in three syllables; Furthermore angered by existential problems of living in the modern age.
Where is Fickle? I can’t decide. Miss F, the uber-talented, well-schooled, non-dashed chick, divining truth from the core of existence. Is she photographing trees, stark against orange skies? (No doubt a one-off.) Playing a little thing called 750 Words? (Impossible to sift through without the help of the NSA.) Darkened by her cloudy city…or becoming sun to conquer it? (Unlikely without the power of movement.) Who knows? Sonneillon? Saudade? Anyone?
I have decided
To drink more tea
And more coffee
I have decided
To listen to me
And more music I used to like
I can’t decide
To go there
Or anywhere,
Without the feeling I lost.
I don’t know which way to go. left could mean happiness and freedom, but a high chance of failure. Did i really have the skills for that? Then right would mean no freedom, but a job and money. Which way to turn? Left i decide. No turning back.
I can’t decide
Whether I should go
Or stay
And if I go
Or stay
Whether I should understand.
I decided to drink coffee 3 times.
He stood at the top of the hill, staring at the fields, the buildings, the roads. The roads. They ran east and west, north and south, as far as he can see and ever onward. For all he knew, one of those roads ran to the end of the world and then back to the beginning.
The road’s where I should be, he thought. But I’m up here instead, wracked with indecision, so scared of being able to go anywhere that I’m going nowhere.