A decision needs to be made and I already decided months ago but Me and Myself haven’t concurred. I hates collaboration, it just takes up too much of I’s time and seems meaningless since the decision is such an easy one to make. Me thinks that things just have a way of working themselves out if you let they be. Myself, on the other side of the mind, believes strongly that options need to be weighed against what happened before to predict future predicaments. (Myself sounds like an investment broker but that’s beside the point, or is it?)
I insists, Me holds out for waiting and Myself is busy with charts, graphs and a colorful PowerPoint presentation that no one watches because PowerPoint is today’s typewriter.
The battle can linger over this pondering decision for such a long time that I’s forgotten about it because I is now on the current issue. Me just keeps patiently waiting because a solution will unfold when it, well, unfolds. “Waiting is a good thing,” Me keeps saying to me-self. Myself, the other mind’s third which has never been active, at least in this writer’s mind, clearly sees what I and Me ignores. (Can the mind take a coffee break right about now and reconvene?)
Reassembling I takes over, as only I can, and demands immediate action. “The waiting needs to stop,” I says with fists on the table for impact. Legs crossed and relaxed, Me simply says, “It’ll work out, just you wait and see.” “There’s been a slight change in this chart if you turn to page 32, subsection B2,” Myself says handing out handouts to I and Me.
“If you look back over our history,” Me says, “You’ll see that postponing and even forgetting gets us ahead the best results. Something or someone will decide for us and then our decision will be made. Simple.” Myself rolls his eyes as all his data runs through his head, “I just can’t get over why an easy decision persists in this un-deciding.” There’s a quiet in the mind’s meeting room. Me, Myself and I seem in a quandary. No quorum, no union; just Me, Myself and I looking at each other except Myself is dutifully collecting his handouts.
I says, “I said my peace.” Myself replies, “All you need to know is right here in front of you.” Me smiles to himself and softly says, “This has happened to us countless times so let’s just wait and see.”
And so ends a quiet thirty-minute personal reflection on my couch on a rainy November night.