Decisions

Some people, you know, these role players, are said to decide everything with their dice after a while. In some cases this may well be true. Especially in the case of those backbones of role-playing society, very IC. And all the time, too, even if you run into them and are greeted not with a "Hey, Andi!" but with a booming "Rhaz'ga! Nice to see you! I met Tenivor the other day!", much to the delight of the other people in Safeways. Well, sad but true, and mostly because of Anke, the best GM ever, my RP times are over. This also means I don't really have an excuse to resort to dice as well.
Some people toss coins whenever they have to make a decision. And other's just don't.
I cannot make decisions. Well, and often, I just don't, whenever there is the chance of someone else making them for me.
When I am in the ice cream parlour I need twice the time everybody else needs for deciding what I want to have. I cannot buy shoes because I never decide which pair of shoes I really want or need. Before I started studying English I laboured for month over the question which subject I wanted to study - English? Biology? (Microbiology? Cytology? Evolution? Botanics? Ethology? Comparative Anatomy?) Paleontology? German? Philosophy? Psychology? Social Anthropology? History? Medieval Studies? Everything! After I managed - will wonders never cease - to make a decision about my major, I still need to make one about my minors. Potential minors have included: German, Social Anthropology, Politics, Psychology and Philosophy. I need only two. I want to do Psychology, nothing has ever felt more right, but suddenly, I am not too sure about German any more.

And now I find myself, planning to study abroad, the only decision left to make is the one about which University. Glasgow or Aberdeen? This year or the next?
And for some reason, I know it will be Glasgow, and next year and not this. This feels so strange. I never really know anything, this time, I do.