SoCS — Make Up Your Mind

B0C04ADB-6AD7-45F7-8A58-78B7937A41B1For Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt today, Linda has given us the word “toss” and instructed us to use it any way we’d like.

I had a bit of a tough time trying to figure out what to write. It was a toss-up between writing a scathing post about Donald Trump or writing one about the many uses of the word “toss.” I asked my wife what she thought and she shrugged her shoulders and said something like, “It’s your goddam blog. I couldn’t care less.” Thanks for you help, sweetheart.

So I decided to toss a coin. As I was doing so, I began to wonder about where the idea of a toss-up came from. So I Googled it and found out that the expression comes from the habit people have of tossing a coin in order to make a choice between two things. If the coin is “heads” (the front side), we choose the first option; if the coin is “tails” (the back side), we choose the second option.

A coin toss can also be used as a way to solve a dispute before the matter escalates. It’s considered to be simple and unbiased, requires little effort, and it provides even odds (50/50) to both sides.

The coin toss is also used in some sports, such as in American Football, to decide which end of the field the teams will play to and/or which team gets the ball first.

And in these pandemic days, when my wife and I are trying to decide whether to call for pizza or Chinese delivery for dinner, we will often toss a coin.

8BBDDFE3-B8B8-44A7-B03C-BF74AB48A5C3And finally, last night I made the decision to not watch Donald Trump’s rally and speech in front of Mount Rushmore without having to resort to tossing a coin. Why not? Because every time I see or hear him, it makes me feel like I need to toss my cookies.8678E9AF-6E57-435F-9FC1-0A660DC1034COh, and one more thing. The phrase “toss-up” or “toss a coin” always brings this song to mind:

Twittering Tales — The Letters

57EC81B1-96E3-4D91-97F5-55F413B946D4“Here!” she said, dropping the bundle of letters on his desk. “Keep them or toss them. It doesn’t matter to me. Everything you wrote in them is bullshit. You said you loved me, begged me to wait for you. I did. But you’re not the same man you were when you wrote these. Goodbye.”

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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: Suzy Hazelwood at Pexels.com.