It has been my experience that where decisions are concerned, there are two kinds of people in the world: those who make snap decisions and those who don’t. Those who don’t like to spend time looking at every single facet of the decision, the possible consequences and the consequences of those consequences. These folks usually make very good decisions, however when they don’t, it is terrible for them and they take it very personally. Snap decision makers do a quick analysis, maybe think about a few of the consequences and then leap. Not as many very good decisions are made this way, but then the snap decision makers don’t beat themselves up as much. Both of my wasbands were not quick decision-makers and this drove me crazy.
When we lived in Milwaukee, first wasband and I decided we wanted to purchase a stereo. Wasband #1 spent a few months scouring the resources, reading reviews, checking out issues of Consumer Reports from the library and mulling. A lot of mulling. He finally decided and then found a place to purchase said stereo system. Unfortunately it was in a little strip mall in north Milwaukee and we didn’t have a car; being new to Milwaukee, we hadn’t cultivated any friends to borrow a car from either. The little strip mall was on the bus line, although it was two transfers from our apartment. So there we were with our several big boxes, lugging them on and off buses. It took the better part of five hours for this project. It was a very nice stereo but I know that left to my own devices, I would have bought something more quickly and from a company that delivered.
Second wasband was the same kind of decision-maker. For his birthday one year, his grandmother sent him a nice check and he decided that he needed to use it to purchase a saw. But what kind of saw, you say? There’s the rub. He thought of himself as a handy person and wanted either a band saw or a circular saw. Like Wasband #1, he researched and reviewed and mulled. And mulled some more. Three years later when we separately, he still had not purchased a saw. Sigh.
Now that I’ve had a lot of experience, I can tell a muller from a snapper fairly easily. I should probably apply it as a metric to any future romantic entanglements. Forget whether you’re tall, good looking, well-read and rich – how fast can you make an important decision?
What was your last big decision?