Undecided

For the first time in my life, I’m an undecided voter.  I always wondered about undecided voters.  They are talked about every election, but, until now, I don’t think I’ve ever seen one.  I’ve always wondered what they are like and what makes them undecided.  Is there something wrong with them?  Are they not paying attention?  But, now I realize that it’s a problem of desire.
Up until now, every election has had an obvious choice for me.  Either I really liked one of the candidates or really hated one of the candidates or the candidate was running unopposed.  This time, I really liked Martin O’Malley.  But now that he has dropped out, I have to choose between Hillary Clinton and Bernie Sanders.  Every time I think I’ve decided on one, the other says something appealing or the one says something that rubs me the wrong way.
I feel like I’m standing in front of the refrigerator.  I’m not really hungry, but I want to eat something.  Hillary Clinton is the left over Chinese from this weekend.  Bernie Sanders is the cold pizza from lunch.  I know they both taste good, but I can’t decide which to have.  As I’m about to choose Clinton, I stop and think, “I’ve had Chinese three nights in a row.”  Then I reach for Sanders, but stop and think, “But I just had this pizza for lunch.”  I stop and think that I would love a meatball grinder, but O’Malley already dropped out.  So I stand there in front of the fridge with the door open wasting electricity.
At least I know I won’t be undecided anymore after the primaries.  I may let others pick my dinner for me, but it will either be pizza or Chinese.  There’s no chance I’m going to eat the rat poison that’s on the floor behind the fridge.