Home Alone on a Friday Morning

I think it is official that I am insane. I am sure that I am the only person in the world who breaks down and cries after being offered a job. Why is it so hard to pick something and go with it? Why is it so scary to make a freaking decision. I am so afraid of making the wrong decision, as though it would have the power to ruin my life. I have been in limbo for over a year now. On the fence. In flux. Thinking the grass is greener on the other side, but not really wanting to go over there to find out for sure. 

I just watched Broadcast News and I think that's gotta be one of the saddest movies I have ever seen.