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Jul 2020
I’m lost.
What do you want me to do?
Whatever you want.
Yeah, but that’s just code for
you-should-know-what-I-want-you-to-do-without-asking-me.
If I don’t pick the option I’m supposed to,
The first time around,
Without asking what to do,
People will be disappointed, mad at me,
And you know what?
I'll be mad at myself, disappointed in myself, too
It’s like that game,
Where there’s a coin under one of three hats,
The hats get spun around,
And you have to guess which hat has the coin.
Only if you pick the wrong hat,
You’ll never be anything but The One Who Was Wrong, the embarrassing one,forever.
And guess what?
Surprise. There was never any coin in the first place,
Just a sick, stupid, meaningless
Choice of options,
That aren’t really options at all.
Sometimes i still take forever on trivial decisions before i remember i wont get attacked for not picking what someone else wants me to pick.
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