A Bit of This About That

It is much more comfortable to make my own decisions.

When others make them for me,

even if I would have come eventually to the same conclusions,

there is a pain and a sense of betrayal in having been decided for. In having been shaken loose and rearranged.

I prefer to hold on till the discomfort helps me decide to let go. But

this prying away by sudden force feels like

violence. And I hurt.