Decision Diana
This is a nickname of mine that has made it through the years into a verb (“Just decision Diana it and kiss her!”). I’m not always proud of it, but it is one of the many facets of diamond that is my soul.
If you know my temper or have known me for awhile, you may know that although I try to be as devil-may-care as I can, it ANNNOYYYYYYSSS me when people can’t be decisive. I heard this fact once and I quote it so much you would think I would know the source, but it’s been clinically proven the more you ruminate on something, the more likely you are to regret it, WHICHEVER decision you make. You see all sides and then when you choose a side, you can’t “unsee” the other one you contemplated. I try my best not to be rash, but if we’re like, “What do you want to eat?” and it’s hour 4 and 3 people can’t decide, that will be the moment where I will be known as the girl who killed her close friends with her raw, bare, naked hands over KFC vs. Boston Market. I remember the conception of this “side” of me when I said something along the lines of, “I know we all “DON’T CARE” where we eat and I T-R-U-E-L-Y do NOT, but this conversation of ‘what are we gonna do now?’ is slowly eating my soul’s will to thrive. So I will make a decision and unless you’re lying about “NOT CARING” where we eat then you CAN’T REFUTE ME.” After this I clearly recall seeing someone say under their breath, “yes I can.” At which point I had to control my hedonistic urge to rip eyes out through genitalia.
