Always Undecided

Girls always change their minds. It’s an excuse I always give to my male friends whenever they would ask me to make a decision. Tatay and my brothers hate it when I reasoned to them that way. Even my married female friends do that to their husbands. It is a perennial habit for girls, for women, for female gender and for the whole feminine world. (At least, that’s what I know from all those female species I know. Though I don’t know if they were enough population to be considered as world).

This awful habit is especially unacceptable when you’re trying to make an impression to someone. And it is most especially unthinkable when you’re making a decision about your future. Like about life or death, about your happiness or misery and about success or downfall.

People say women were gifted with intuition. Merriam-Webster defined it as the power or faculty of attaining to direct knowledge or cognition without evident rational thought and inference. Or simply put – quick insight. No scientific basis or rational reasons. Just plain gut feeling.  I’m a heart-over-head type of person. I’m a left-thumb type of person. My emotions prevail over what my reasons say. But my emotions vary from time to time. So that’s make sense. I always ended up changing my mind.

I called home and Nanay just simply told me: Think what makes you happy. Whatever makes me happy is what matters most. Think what I want, not what others want.

Now, decide.