Just about everyone sometime, usually past a certain stage of cognitive development, makes decisions. Some are easy, some are more difficult. Easy ones are like, Hi, my name’s Donald, I’m five years of age, my daddy’s just given me a million dollars and I’m trying to decide if I’ll be a generous philanthropist all my life or a narcissistic egomaniac devoted to cultivating a cult of absolute worship towards myself. Well, that didn’t take him long. More difficult decisions are like, Mmm, this pair of undies seems to have a hole in it. Actually, three holes. I wonder if I should throw it out yet but that would possibly contribute to my having to go clothes shopping sooner than later. Ok, I’ll think about it. This is called putting off a decision. In these cases, they tend to get put off forever as somebody else makes the decision for you, as in, Hey dear, this pair of undies is shot, shall I chuck it out? People who write books about love and marriage and such stuff never seem to include this highly kind of practical reason for getting married.
as ex CEO and group general manager of air nz luxon obviously knows why he has made the decision to dislike flying commercial. And we have to remember how he castigated the previous prime minister (what was his name?) about flying air force, must have fresh evidence of some sort.
As to throwing out undies, you get a choice, all too often I get "I am throwing these out!"
Of course this incudes other clothing items such as jeans with ripped knees. To no avail does Bonnie listen to my pleas of "but it is a fashion statement!"
Her response goes along the lines of, "these are old, filthy, and stained. No!"
as ex CEO and group general manager of air nz luxon obviously knows why he has made the decision to dislike flying commercial. And we have to remember how he castigated the previous prime minister (what was his name?) about flying air force, must have fresh evidence of some sort.
As to throwing out undies, you get a choice, all too often I get "I am throwing these out!"
Of course this incudes other clothing items such as jeans with ripped knees. To no avail does Bonnie listen to my pleas of "but it is a fashion statement!"
Her response goes along the lines of, "these are old, filthy, and stained. No!"