Another of life's great ironies.

I hate indecisiveness. Yet, strangely enough, it is one of my bigger personality flaws. I never really know what I want, or if i do, it is basically unattainable at the moment I want it. I have the hardest time making up my mind...over anything. Whether it's a commitment issue or what I'll have for dinner...I'm usually stumped.

So why does it bug me so much?
Shouldn't I be used to it?

I think it's mostly because that's how I am with everything. I hate most things that remind me of me. Hell, for the first fourteen or fifteen years of her life, I hated my sister because I saw so much of myself in her. Now that I've moved out and gained a little perspective, we get along really well. I'm not sure if it's a subconcious desire for individualism and identity, or if it's just that I recognize how bad my flaws are, or a combination of the two. But I hate it just the same.

Damn my inability to decide, or commit. Damn my conflicting wants and needs.