I’m very indecisive when it comes to trivial matters, to the point that I always get what the person in front of me in line at lunch orders. Now, I suppose this isn’t a trivial matter, but… can you choose for me? Because I know it’s not love, but I very much like both of them:
1) A brilliant writer with an agenda and a car,
2) A sweet poet with much too much love for the romantic. And the Romantic, at that.
Flip a fucking coin. If it’s heads, you make your own decisions. If it’s tails, you shoot yourself in the face.