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This is a fabulous prompt to receive when visiting your parents. Because who knows you like your parents do? As much as I desperately wanted to come up with something truly cool, I had to embrace my extreme lack of coolness and just share who I really am. This one was my mother's suggestion.
Oh, Myers and Briggs. I don't pretend to have any extensive understanding of Myers-Briggs score interpretation, but I sure do enjoy discussing it. I took the full version in 1994, and I've continued to receive fairly similar scores on the short Internet version since. There's one question that contributes to your T/F score about decisions--whether you find them easy or difficult--which I never find difficult to answer (ironically). I hate decisions. I don't particularly love small decisions like, "Where shall we go for dinner?" or "What day shall we pick up the mulch at the compost center?"
Bigger decisions like, "Which day do you want to fly? And what time?" send me running to the TV for emotional relief. The Dude can attest to this: he starts talking travel plans, and I run away. (Not that I don't like to travel, by the way, I just don't like planning it.)
So you can imagine my difficulty with a decisions like, "Where will we move?" or "Shall I change jobs?" Ultimate anxiety overload.
The funny thing, though, is that my mother's suggestion was that my hidden talent is my decision-making ability. And, in comparison to my sister (bless her heart), I am extraordinary at it. My sister is so convinced that decisions don't bother me that she thinks I must score differently on the Myers-Briggs than I actually do (she's the one who actually knows it, being a therapist and all).
But here's my secret: I've learned to compartmentalize. When I know a decision is going to be a hard one, one of those ones that gives me anxiety nightmares and keeps me on edge all day long, I pack as much of the emotional involvement as I possibly can into a little portion of my brain. I seal it good and tight with packing tape and then avert my eyes. Possibly for months. There's no way to pack it all away, and I wouldn't be able to make a decision without feeling it, but this way, I can still function.
And I know, with those monster, scary decisions that cause too much emotional upheaval to handle, I can't unwrap that box in a hurry. It'll stay sealed, good and tight, long after the decision has been made and acted upon, until I'm no longer so tender. Want an example of this? My second TToT post, written a year after we moved.
So, in the end, I'm really not terrible at making decisions. I can do it; I just hate them. How about you? Decisions easy or hard? Any coping mechanisms needed?