I've never thought of myself as an indecisive person.
But then I had an eye appointment in recent weeks and realized I can't make up my mind very fast.
An eye exam is a test you want to pass, but you can't really study for this one, and there's no point in cheating.
I sat in the chart-reading chair at the eye doctor's office and wondered why my palms were sweating or why I felt so anxious.
Stop squinting, I scolded myself.
This is a good thing that you're getting your eyes tested, I reassured myself.
The doctor went through the drill of choices to help me get a prescription for a new pair of glasses so I can see OK.
"This or that?" he asked.
I took a deep breath.
"First or second?"
"One or two?"
"Good or better?"
My mind couldn't process the choices let alone my eyes, but I knew the decisions I would make here were pretty important ones, considering I'll be counting on these spectacles for the next couple of years anyway.
You don't want to pick second if it's first; two if it's one; or good over better if it's really not.
You'll be s-o-r-r-y.
There's no take-home test here when it comes to an eye exam. And it's not as if you can say, "Let me think it over and get back to you."
It's not like buying a car where you can kick a tire and contemplate a spell.
The time to decide is now. Now!
My indecisiveness during the eye exam was only half the battle.
Then I had to make a choice on frames.
I can't really see what I'm doing, but I'm making a decision here on what will hang out on my face every single day.
I tried on lots and lots of frames, getting as close to the mirrors as my nose would allow me.
I didn't ask for anyone's opinion.
My luck I'd ask another indecisive person.
I managed to muddle through the eye exam and frame selection at non-record speed, accepting the fact that I am a mull-over-this-and-that kind of person.
Somebody has to be the turtle in the race with the rabbit.
It might as well be me, the thought occurred to me when I was doing some shopping afterwards.
I was in the vegetable and fruit section, preoccupied with more choices. First, I tried to pick the best bag of romaine lettuce before they all looked the same. Then I tried to decide on the best pint of blueberries.
This or that?
One or two?
Good or better?
Maybe I'll figure it out when I get my new glasses.
(Kiaski, a resident of Steubenville, is a staff columnist and features writer for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times and community editor for the Herald-Star. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.)