We’re two apples from the same tree, but at times I’m amazed at how contrary our natures are, how opposite we’ve become. I'd compare my sister to a Granny Smith – strong flavor, good for all sorts of things (you can dry them; they’re perfect for pie; I’ve even seen industrial art pieces made with Granny’s), plus they hold up well over time. This is my big sister – strong and comfortable in herself, super-wicked-enviously fabulous at almost everything, plus she’s gorgeous (which I believe I’ve mentioned before, but really, these things can’t be overstated). She’s going to age well.
I’m a Macintosh - a little tart, good to snack on when you need a pick-me-up, and gets nasty bruises immediately upon leaving the tree. I think these are also the most-dropped apple. I have an awkward sense of humor and am maybe a little cynical, always available to offer little quips and poised to get the ice cream to soothe your woes, and I am not going to age well. It’s already happening – I really do bruise easily, plus my neck-skin is starting to loosen like a turkey-gobbler.
Anyhow, we’ve determined so far that she and I are apples, and that we’re different. Great. But the point of this whole blurb is that no matter how different we are, over time we’ve somehow both grown deficient in one thing: making decisions. In my first draft of this post, I went on a little rabbit-trail on how we are indeed capable of asserting ourselves in the face of life’s big choices, but that seemed so … assertive. So I backspaced it all out.
Where should we go to dinner? Umm…I don’t know.
What do you want for your birthday? You know, I really don’t need anything…
Should we take a walk, or just sit here for twenty minutes talking about whether we should take a walk? Well, I don’t really care - what would you like to do? (classic turn-the-tables move)
These snip-its have been practically sucked out of our normal conversation, which is where the maddening indecision seems to grow exponentially, as we avoid choice by verbally throwing it back and forth like a football covered in vomit that neither of us want to touch.
All said though, we can make decisions. Usually I get the ball rolling, only because as I’ve aged, I’ve also developed a habit of losing my temper, so I just shout out foods or movie titles: Sushi!! Transformers!! Rice crispy treats!! How to Train Your Dragon!! Then, we disagree once or twice, and eventually, by process of elimination, a decision is made. Typically, we go eat sushi and then she chooses a far more thought-provoking film. Whatever.
So if you struggle with selection, don’t give up. Just figure out the big things and let the little ones filter themselves out. Nature has a way of deciding for you anyway, like drops of rain carving through granite. But really, do what you want - I'm no expert.
