Is there anything better than being on the cusp of a long weekend? Perhaps being on the cusp of a long weekend for a holiday where you get to blow stuff up to celebrate your long forgotten independence from a former superpower. It’s always nice to get together with people, and enjoy some fireworks on a nice summer evening.

I’ve been thinking a lot about life in general lately, mostly because I am on the cusp of graduating. I have some big changes coming, and big decisions to make.

I hate making decisions, as most people who know me probably know. Easy decisions are mundane, and hard decisions are, well, hard. Why couldn’t the hard decisions be easy and mundane, and the easy decisions be hard? Perhaps in that scenario, the easy decisions would become hard by definition. Or, in a bit of good fortune, the hard decisions would become easy.

Easy is no fun though. When things become easy, they have a tendency to become mundane, and quickly so. It then becomes challenging to find a challenge when things become mundane, and aren’t challenging. So what is a mundane challenge seeker to do? Well, find a challenge I suppose. But it its often a challenge to find a real challenge. It certainly isn’t easy.

This summer I haven’t had much time to think. Perhaps thinking is a challenge. I think it could be; depending on what you are thinking. I don’t know what you’re thinking because I’m not you. But I think you might be thinking that thinking is not a challenge. Why, you might think something like, “Thinking isn’t hard.” But isn’t it? Thinking is the process of billions of coordinated synapses all firing in a highly coordinated fashion. A miracle some might call it. Sounds like a challenge to me.

And that is the challenge. When I think things through, often I’m left with more questions. Challenging questions. So what am I to do? Do I think the challenging questions, or do I leave it to chance? Can chance be relied upon to deliver the answers? How many licks does it take to get to the tootsie-roll center of a tootsie-pop?

Which brings me to my final question. Why is Charleston Chew so hard to find these days? And who doesn’t like the bold flavor of Charleston Chew? How could there not be demand for something so delicious?

These are the questions that keep me up at night, and most days. I really wish that the tough decisions were easier. Should I stay or should I go? What type of job should I pursue. Should I have to settle? Life after college will be a bit of an adjustment for me. Should I continue on with school then too, if I’m not to settle? So many questions, too few answers. I really hate to make decisions.