I like weird people. the black sheep. the odd ducks. the eccentrics. the artists. the loners. The people who actually think for themselves. the kind of people whose morals are not swayed by groupthink. more often than not, these people have the most beautiful souls 🩶
A trauma book I was reading had an interesting claim that indecision is often because the person looks for the approval of an internalized authority figure but is unable to predict what action they would approve of.