via Kyz's photostream on Flickr
So this topic was suggested to me by someone on twitter (@bbodd) and, as I am always open to blog post suggestions I thought ‘Sure? Why not?’. And so here we are, talking about unimportant decisions.
I struggle over unimportant decisions every day. Whether to have cheese or tuna for lunch, if I should or should not close the door, to go left or right. All of these have stumped me, at some point, for a ridiculous amount of time. I’m not a strong decision maker, as anyone who knows me in real life will know.
However, what I am beginning to understand about myself is that this dithering doesn’t apply so much to important decisions. At least I know what I want from a situation and how to get it. I’d be brilliant in an emergency. At least I hope I would, because choosing a flavour of ice cream often has me confused, and I have to be good at something.
I know if I do or I don’t want a job. I know within the first ten seconds whether or not I like someone, and traits of their personality. I can’t however decide between midget gems and chocolate cookies. One is sweet and sickly, the other has more bulk and less sweetness but is potentially not as satisfying. The choice is on a wiggly line. It’s irrelevant, with almost imperceptive differences between the two. It doesn’t matter and therefore it is more difficult.
Do you see what I mean? Choose between life and death and it’s easy. Choose between sea green and turquoise, and life becomes a lot more difficult. What I have learnt is that my dithering over the small things, as irritating as it is for those I insist make the decisions for me, is not something to be concerned about. I suffer angst over these small things, but when it comes to it I will know the right decision to make.
In case you were wondering I chose midget gems over a chocolate cookie on @DaylightGambler‘s suggestion.
Blog 15 for my #oneaday is a review of Puppy Tweets, Twitter for dogs over at Living With Rory.
We seem to have a problem in this modern age. A problem with obsession, obsession with technology. I am as guilty of this vice as the next guy. This is the start of an ill conceived rant so I apologise in advance.
Today, I am on Twitter, as I often am, and all I can see is the Apple Tablet comments. And then the Steve Jobs comments. And then the iPad comments. So much so that they consume my feed. I should be annoyed by this, but i’m not. I care. I want to know more despite the fact I have avoided any speculation about what Apple were planning to release. I’ve gone cold turkey. I’m like a heroin addict desperate for a fix.
I admit it. I am obsessed with technology. While at university for three years I managed to wing my way through over ten phones. Not cheap ones either, top of the range, new models. Since leaving over two years ago I have managed to keep my phone consumption down to about five, and I feel settled with my Blackberry Curve 8520. Although, since you are asking, i’d quite like a new Blackberry Bold 9700.
My computer consumption was finally curbed by a Sony Vaio laptop, which I have replaced with a new Sony Vaio laptop, while secretly craving a MacBook Air. I do wonder however, if people would take me more seriously with a MacBook Pro. Only in the media industry? Ok then.
Cameras have suffered a similar short lived life with me. My original APS camera was replaced by a Pentax Optio S. My Optio S was followed by a Sony thin camera thing. That was followed by a Olympus Miu 720 SW, etc. Etc. Until my Nikon D40X (I kind of want a Lumix G1).
I wonder what drives this in me, and from the focus on twitter I wonder what drives it in other people. Tech is an important part of me and I won’t be giving it up. My obsession with technology is here to stay, is yours? And more importantly, are you willing to admit that you suffer from it?