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When you can't quite commit

     Some who know me well say I have a short attention span; others have accused me of not being able  to commit. And to that I say: "Fair enough." It only took 8 years and a baby for me to get married, and if it weren't for the aforementioned husband, I'd probably be a renter for life because owning a home and putting down official roots gives me massive amounts of anxiety.      I've always been a little bit terrified of buyer's remorse. What if you pick the thing, you make the choice, and it just feels so...final. Nothing's permanent according to Buddhist logic, but sometimes it feels choosing one thing is shutting the door on something else. This feeling ultimately leaves me feeling stifled and itchy. The one thing that I've been able to commit to without question is whatever song is my flavor of the moment. I literally, and I do mean literally,  can listen to one song...on repeat...for a very, very long time. That's why no one lets me pick

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