I am going to write a ryming story about a man who can't make up his mind in this post, okay? Okay, good. Here it goes:
   Once there was a man who couldn't make up his mind,
   He didn't have a clue if he wanted to swim or rock-climb.
   He could climb, and he could swim,
   He just didn't know, even though it was up to him.
   If he knew what to do, he would do it.
   He just couldn't make up his mind, and he couldn't get to it!
   But one day the man who couldn't make up his mind,
   Decided to swim, instead of rock climb.
   And after he swam he could make up his mind,
   And all his decisions sorted out like a line.
  
   It wasn't the best story in the world, but oh well:) I like it.