The book of answers

If you're not familiar with the book of answer then take a seat and let me explain. Do you remember the magic 8 ball? you used to ask it a yes or no question then shake it and it would answer your question with one of about 8 options (maybe less). Okay well imagine the magic 8 ball wasn't a ball but a book and instead of 8 options, It's more like 200. The premise remains the same, you think of a yes or no question then thumb the pages, stop when it feels right and you have your answer.

 If you don't like your answer then feel free to cheat and go again repeatedly till the book of answers does its job properly and tells you what you want to hear. I've been a fan of the book of answers ever since I first discovered it and we had many fun nights in college when we were having a few drinks and getting ready to go out asking it pointless things.
Nowadays with technology moving on the actual book is at my parents house in my old room but I get my fix with a handy app right on my iphone. It's every indecisive woman's dream.

 I do indecisiveness like no other, I second guess myself and then triple guess myself just for funsies because at this stage in the game with so many heinous decisions I no longer fully trust my own judgement and it's led me to ask the question, how old is too old to be relying on the book of answers to make all my major decisions? I shall take your silence to mean I haven't reached the cut off point just yet .

 If I like a guy and I am not sure if he likes then I ask the book of answers and it says 'It is not significant'. What the hell book of answers, whats the girl supposed to do with that answer, eh probably the same nothing I was going to do with any other response I got.

 I met my potential room-mate today and he seems like a nice chap but I've never lived with a guy and I'm not sure how it would all work or am I just looking to jump head first into a house share because of a really nice apartment so I ask the book of answers and it says 'you may have opposition' which frankly is neither here nor there but It still feels like getting back up because honestly no one else seems willing to make my decisions for me.

 What's that all about surely people would be delighted to tell me exactly what I should do in specific situations and then happily shoulder all the blame if it all goes awry. You'd think that but apparently I should be making these decisions myself. Not to worry because I always have my trusty book of answers 

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