I can't remember what the prompt was for this piece, but I do remember that I based it on one of my many personal flaws; and magnified to a comically ridiculous level.
Indecisive Dave, that’s what his friends
calls him. In fact, that’s what everyone calls him, just not to his face, but
he knew anyway. He hated the nickname, but he had given up on trying to defend
himself; and frankly, it really was a fitting one for him. Ever since he was a
little boy, Dave had been tiptoeing between life’s choices, whether they be
potentially life-changing or so insignificant that it would be a waste to spend
even a single second thinking about them. Because of this, his friends and family
have learned to tailor their time with him into a strictly structured routine.
But even so, the most mundane of choices challenged Indecisive Dave. Going into
the same restaurant, presented with the same menu, it would still take Dave an
ungodly amount of time to decide on what to eat.
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