Kekoa+B's+OpEd+Article

media type="file" key="kekoa-muckraker-2011.mp3" [I felt the picture was necessary]

I hate indecision. I hate being so pulled by two or three ideas that I just have no idea what the heck to write this muckrakers article about, so I finally came to the conclusion that it was this indecision that also pissed me off, and so I chose to write about that. Well ok, if you’re curious, it was a conflict about whether or not I would write about people constantly talking about and even overusing their religion or people who complain about life and can’t be happy with their own. Thus, inspired by this inability to make a decision, I’ve actually decided to write about my own indecision that bugged the heck out of me for approximately 2 hours previous to 10:50pm (the time I started writing).

Well obviously, as observed or rather implied from the first paragraph. I’m an indecisive person. I can sit at a stop sign for literally 5 straight minutes because I don’t know whether or not I should go. I can be so perplexed by my own thoughts in conversation that I don’t know whether I should say them or not. Some things are better left unsaid? Which things? I wish there was an independent conscience on my shoulder that would tell me which things I should say and which I shouldn’t. Indecision is just another form of being cautious. To hell with being cautious. I’d love to just jump into the things like some people, but no. I’m confined to indecision.

So, anyways, I hate it when my mind goes on a conscious tantrum (for lack of a better word) where it just cares so much about the things I say and the things I don’t say. Blah! Stop caring!

I love quotes, so I’ll end this on one "The risk of a wrong decision is preferable to the terror of indecision." I don’t know who said this but nevertheless, that doesn’t change the meaning.

[This was not inspired by Rebecca Black. It was a coincidence that I realized mid-paragraph which thus inspired the picture]