While I understand there is no way to close your eyes while reading this (have someone read it to you, maybe?), I would like you to try your best to imagine something for me:
Imagine you are a good looking, professional women, who has been so career-focused you haven't had much time to date. Financially, you do well; not so well you have a permanent driver 24/7, but well enough that you can afford the stilettoes and fur coat you're wearing. Imagine you finally found someone who could be the man of your dreams. The first three dates have gone very well, and your taxi just dropped you off across the street from the restaurant where Date #4 is to occur. As you begin to cross the avenue, the "Don't Walk" sign starts flashing. What do you do?
Need some time to think it over? Okay, here's another:
Imagine you're a young guy who just got his driver's license. A buddy of yours wanted to go to this party way the hell out in Queens, and since you knew that there'd be drinking there, you made the difficult decision to "borrow" your parent's car so you could make sure your friend got to and from the party safely. Now it's late. You're got a little turned around on the way home, and your buddy is no help as he is drunk in the passenger seat, yelling loudly about how this chick from his Chemistry class spent the whole party ignoring him and making out with a varsity athlete. You aren't a very good driver, but you're fairly certain you can get back home before your parents notice you (or their car) were ever gone. The problem is, you're not QUITE sure where you are. As you approach an intersection with a stop sign, you are unsure of whether or not you should turn. There's traffic on both sides, but as you roll past the sign, it dawns on you that perhaps you wanted to turn right at that stop because you're pretty sure the sign in front of the diner down the block looked familiar. So you basically stop in the middle of the road, unsure of what to do, as the drivers in both of the lanes you're blocking begin to approach from both sides. Now there is also a car behind you, and someone trying to cross the street at the crosswalk you're approaching, and people are starting to honk, and your buddy looks like he might vomit in your parent's car. What do you do?
Still not with me?
Okay, one last one, and then I promise I'll get to the point:
Imagine that your mother lives by herself in Queens, and doesn't get around as well as she used to. Sure, last summer, you were able to go feed the ducks at the park with her, but lately you've been concerned that she doesn't like the stairs to her apartment so she makes up excuses not to go out. You mean to call her more, but you've been so busy at work, and your partner is driving you crazy, and your siblings keep texting you pictures of THEIR kids at insane hours of the morning. Today, the day you're imagining, you haven't heard from your mother in some time, and your brothers and sisters haven't, either. She won't answer her phone, and none of the neighbors have heard from her nor seen her in a few days. You had planned on watching "Dexter" on Netflix that night, because you are midway through Season 2 and, let's face it, that show is insanely good, but you ended up being the Lucky Family Member to go check in on Mother, who you're sure is fine, that perhaps she had just accidentally turned the ringer off her phone because that sort of thing had happened before. But that feeling of dread and fear that something is just not quite right begins to settle itself in your gut as you approach her block. It has been snowing this winter, and the crosswalks are only cleared wide enough for one person to cross the street at a time. You know these weather conditions can't be good for your mother. A block away from her condo, you notice an ambulance out front with its lights flashing. You begin to run towards your mother's building, fearing the worst as you start to cross the street. You notice in the deep recesses of your mind that, about a half block away, a car is coming towards you and has a green light. It is not speeding, and you have plenty of time to get to the other side. What do you do?
The answer, to all three examples is simple: COMMIT.
To the lady in the fur coat and heels, commit to crossing. You'll be fine. Odds are good that any driver coming has already seen the light is red and, while it will SOON change to green, you'll be at LEAST halfway across the street by the time that happens, and there's no way he's going to hit someone who looks like she could sue him for everything he's got.
For the kid, commit to going straight. New York is composed of small blocks, and chances are good if you made the wrong call, you can circle back within about 90 seconds and be back on the right track.
For the person worried about their mother, COMMIT. Who CARES that there's a car coming? You're already starting to speed up, and who knows? That ambulance could be for HER!
It should also be noted that in the the case of the kid with his folk's car, I'm the guy who's trying to cross the street, wondering if you're going to go, or what. For the person going for their mom's, I'm actually behind you, wondering why the hell you're so concerned about a car that's WAY THE HELL DOWN THERE when all I want to do is get out of this freezing weather. And to the woman in the heels, I'm the guy waiting for you at the restaurant. But I'm going to take this opportunity to break up with you in person. I just can't COMMIT to someone who wears fur. You look like an idiot.