Cliff was on the edge of doing something. He wasn’t sure yet, but gosh darn and golly gee he was going to do something.

Having been a self proclaimed pushover his entire life, Cliff’s entire life had been dictated by the people around him. When he was young, his parents decided what sports he was to do, what classes to take. Later his friends decided who he was to hang out out with, even which girls to date. His entire life hadn’t been his own.

So here he was. On the verge of making a decisions.

Cliff had heard of decision fatigue. That one could get tired from making too many decisions. Cliff found just one decision exhausting. But he was going to do it.

He was going to make a decision.

“I’ll get the burger, please,” he told the McDonalds worker.