When a person says they are conflicted, they are usually
talking about one specific disagreement in their decision
making. Stop or go. Left or right. Yes or no. Chicken or fish.
Decisions are a part of everyday life. Generally speaking,
our decisions begin when we put our feet on the floor rather
than hit the snooze button again and end when we get back
into bed rather than watch another rerun of I Love Lucy on
Nick at Nite. Now, it may be me being a drama queen, which
is not entirely out of the question, but it seems that the
general population has a much easier time with these conflicts
than I. Im not talking about the little decisions, the
routine, the mundane. I can drag myself out of bed with the
best of them. I show up to my job on a regular basis. I brush
my teeth. I pay my taxes and look both ways when I cross the
street. The proverbial daily grind is not my dilemma. No,
my issue is with the bigger questions in life. Actually,
my issue is my life, and my life is my issue, and my issue is
my conflicts, and my conflict is my life. Or maybe its that
my issues conflict with my life, or that my life conflicts
with my conflicts, or that my conflicts conflict with my
issues. This is all very complicated.

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