Username: M00N ▽ Name: Quark ▽ Gender: Male
One thing you might not guess about them from first sight:
You're pretty sure "that guy's" wardrobe is comprised of only gray clothes from Walmart, but who cares, I mean, he's probably just poor or something. You keep moving.
"Decidophobia is, according to Princeton University philosopher Walter Kaufmann, a fear of making decisions. He coined the term in his 1973 book Without Guilt and Justice in which he writes about the phenomenon at length."
Being out in public is embarrassing for you-- not that you ever mess things up though, it's mostly other people who you have the misfortune to encounter. Like "that guy", over there! Why is he just staring at the road sign? Is he illiterate or something?
"It's always the little things that break him," he hears from his mother, who is speaking on the phone with yet another psychologist, "For all 15 years of his life I haven't been able to tell what will set him off. He has no trouble picking answers in multiple choice tests, but choosing whether to take an apple or an orange for lunch in that same school building is an impossible task."
Look at that "stupid kid"! You wonder how he even made it into honors, as it looks like he'd be better placed in a different kind of "special" classes. He's in your math class every day, always leaving five minutes after your class starts, even though his class ended a whole period ago. Has some problem putting things in his backpack you guess, as he always opens one zippered section, closes it, and opens another, closes that one, opens the other again...
Voices tear through my skin like bullets, smashing through the dams in my eyes, sending forth a cascade of salty tears. "Move, you pathetic oaf!" and "What's your issue?" they sing in their heartless song. I try to move, but I am only a lifeless sculpture at the moment, not unlike The Thinker
, perpetually trapped in choice.
I should just select a road to walk down, Rosemary Street is much shorter and more direct, but what will I do, should there be a white van and a man with a gun down that path? Shouldn't it be more advisable to take Spruce Ave in that case?
Yet my heart again drops, for the killer could just as likely lay hidden in the shady trees of Spruce Ave.