this is probably one of my favorite photographs. i don’t believe i’m conceited (as you can see, this picture is nothing special). i like that this picture was 100% candid. it’s not a “i’ll-just-pretend-to-be-candid-but -actually-pose” photograph, but, in fact, this was taken at the restaurant during the most important part of the meal: deciding. I can almost see the thought process taking place. So many delectable items, where to begin?

It didn’t take me many tough decisions to realize that I strongly dislike making them when they apply to my own life. To tell you the truth, I take pride in making decisions for other people, especially in stressful situations. But when it applies to me, I can never make the choice. My whole life I had my parents make every single one of my choices for me, and the biggest decision I had to make was which jeans I should wear in the morning, or if I should get cheese fries or pizza for lunch. Now..? Talk of the future used to get me so excited, but at this point I wish it was already chosen for me, and I didn’t have these random urges to pursue a different career or future pathway. Help.