The Root of My Indecision

I have discussed this subject previously with other parties, and have found the root of my inability to make decisions. However, they are not compulsive. Well, maybe they are.
Once in elementary school, my teacher passed out papers onto a desk, and I grabbed one first. One girl at my table called me "greedy" and I knew I wasn't selfish, but apparently that was the case, so I decided to never choose what I wanted again. I don't want to hurt other people's feelings, so I let them make the choices, unless it's something that I really want, or that doesn't really matter. That is the reason why I have difficulty choosing games to play, icecream flavors, or any other things like that. Whenever I was little and at my friend Abby's house, she would ask me what I wanted to do, and in order not to offend or to sound pushy or bossy, I would simply say, "whatever" or "I don't know" and our conversation would end up being something like the vultures on "The Jungle Book." There you go folks, the reason I don't make decisions well, unless it's something really important, of course.