The amount of time it took me to purchase a $25 waffle iron makes complete sense in the scope of my personality. I get anxious about making good decisions and wise choices. I try not to waste or have things I don't need or use. If you allow them too, and I regret that I do, little decisions can become big ones getting you caught in the rip current of yes or no, pros and cons, risk vs. gain. I find myself in that current by default - like part of my hard wiring. I swim straight into worry when I could so easily swim around it in the calm, lapping water on the periphery of this angst. Life just happens and mistakes are made. The worry doesn't protect from those truths, it just makes them a bigger deal than they need to be. Ah, yea, I'm not just referring to waffle iron purchases anymore.
For, unlike the nineteenth century, ours is a crisis not of the present but of the future
and of the possibility of thinking the future
Morris, R.C. "Returning the Body without Haunting: Mourning "Nai Phi" and the End of Revolution in Thailand" in (2003) Loss: the politics of mourning, edited by David L. Eng and David Kazanjian (Berkeley: University of California Press), p. 30
'Well', said Pooh, 'what I like best,' and then he had to stop and think.
Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment
just before you began to eat it which was better
than when you were, but
he didn't know what it was called.
He was what we now would call a bricoleur, someone able to create order out of whatever materials were at hand (...) Bricoleurs remain creative under pressure, precisely because they routinely act in chaotic conditions and pull order out of them. Thus, when situations unravel, this is simply normal natural trouble for bricoleurs, and they proceed with whatever materials are at hand. Knowing these materials intimately, they then are able, usually in the company of other simliarly skilled people, to form the materials or insights into novel combinations.