a random thought

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Just as I sat down to eat my breakfast cereal the phone rang.
I looked at my cereal. I looked at the phone.

Expectations.

I expected to eat crunchy and not milk saturated cereal.
I was expected to answer the phone as someone was calling me.

Decisions.

Do I do as I'd planned or follow what someone else has planned?

I wonder how many times a day we're faced with that question?
How do you decide?

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