I reread what I posted yesterday and I realize that I sound very angsty and over-the-top crazy.  Let me assure you that I am both.  Yes, I get that it was ONLY a comic strip, not deciding whether to adopt a child or drop a bomb or go to war, but it was the biggest decision in my life at that time (we should all be so lucky, eh?) and I really did feel tortured  and twisted up in knots over it.  I know someone who makes major decisions by just choosing one thing or the other because the worst thing that will happen is that they will have a few regrets.

…I could never be like this person!  (Though I secretly admire them for it).  No, I am much more comfortable with agonizing and then second-guessing myself, but hey, we all have our little systems, right?