Question Mark?

One of the craziest things about growing up is learning how to make decisions. And being the incredibly opinionated person that I am, you would think I'd be great at making them. But I hate them. Mark Stoker would tell me that "hate is a strong word," and here I'd have to agree. So I don't hate decisions. But as I get older I realize more and more what a burden they are. (Sometimes I pretend to not have opinions or preferences just so I can get out of making decisions.) ((Take going out to eat, for example. Sometimes I'm just so worried that I'll choose something that the other person won't like (((or won't want to pay for, if I'm on a date))) that I just refuse to decide. Because I can make myself enjoy anything, if I try hard enough.))
But some decisions are definitely more important than others. Par example: choosing a major, choosing a school, choosing WHAT THE JUNK MONKEY YOU'RE GOING TO DO WITH YOUR DECISION-MAKING LIFE.
Some things people will tell you when they're trying to be helpful are:
Make a list of Pros and Cons!
Why don't you talk to someone who knows about it?
You don't have to make a decision now.
and my favorite...
Why don't you pray about it?

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Don't you think that's all I've been doing for the last, I don't know, 4 WEEKS?! Haha, not to be rude, because all of these people mean well. They love me and want me to be happy. And I love me, and I want me to be happy too.  But even after employing all these methods, I'm still left utterly confused.
I guess only time will tell. But that is annoying. Joy in the journey. Agh.
PS blogging doesn't help in the process.