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I've always found it very difficult to make decisions.
It just seems to be the way that every choice I make seems to be the wrong one.
I'd been thinking for some time that maybe I should find a way to cut myself out of the decision-making process altogether, that perhaps if I just left it to fate I'd at least leave myself with the chance of doing the right thing occasionally.
During the Workshop, we all had to take part in role-playing games in which we had to deal with important dilemmas. I was put in the position of a shop owner confronted by a pregnant single mother who'd been caught shoplifting. I had to choose between calling the police and pressing charges for theft and violence, or letting her have the baked beans and giving her some leaflets about counseling for drug addiction and adult education.
I gave her the leaflets and let her go.
After some discussion amongst the group, it was decided that I had done the right thing.
But the fact that I'd flipped a coin to decide it meant that I was a heartless, fascist bastard.