Yesterday I was knitting, as usual I was knitting a hood, but it was too tight on the loom I was using, I unravelled it. Then I decided I wanted to use a larger size loom. My fucking brain then determined that this was not happening and went on a tangent of wanting to knit a blanket.
I then spent 10 minutes trying to get my hands to move in the right direction to sort out the equipment I needed. This meant that I basically had an argument with myself.
I wanted to knit a hood, no I didn't, I wanted to knit a blanket, back and forth. In the past I've been able to ask someone to tell me what I wanted to do and problem solved.
Now I dont and its fucking annoying.
I've also been stuck in my front door because I wanted to go out, but I didn't and also stuck outside my front door because I wanted to go to sainsburys, but I wanted to go to lids.
I discovered today that it's actually a thing. I don't want this. It's bad enough that I get anxious when people are about. Never mind being indecisive over stupid things.