Hello, God, are you there

Theists have this habit of plaguing God about everything, which I suspect is the reason why I am occasionally deprived of that indulgent attention from the divine. I sometimes feel that I am terminally on hold on God's helplines while other whiny souls get serviced. Women in particular have this annoying habit of demanding signs, from whether or not to accept a job offer to an ultimatum as to when will they finally meet The (proverbial) One. God must have cursed the day humanity learned how to pray.
I read a post today by a seemingly intelligent woman (she apparently was a magna cum laude at some top uni) advising her friend to demand a sign from God on what to do with her marital situation. She attested to the success rate of such a method and counted herself as one of the living proofs to this divine intervention. In particular, she recounted a situation in which she had asked God to give her a sign about accepting a job proffered to her from abroad. According to her demands, if God wants her to accept the offer, she should receive a purple rose by end of the day. Or some such nonsense. Apparently, she did get a purple rose that day and she went for the job which turned out to be one of the best decisions she's ever made. The trick was to demand for a sign that is out of the ordinary that if it does appear, there will be no denying that the sign is actually a coded answer.
It made me wonder what would have happened if she didn't get the purple rose that day. What if she got an equally bizarre black rose? Or what if she got the purple rose the day after? Would she have gone, anyway? Or would she have missed out on a great opportunity?
Most people are terrified to confront tough choices they have to make in their lives that they sometimes resort to coping mechanisms such as demanding exacting and creative signs from the poor, busy guy. Intelligent woman above couldn't make a decision and tossed a coin in the air to resolve the dilemma. Instead of calling it heads or tails however, she called for a purple flower. I suppose by allowing somebody else to have control over her fate, albeit illusory, it gave her comfort that someone else is guiding her. Because left to her own devices, look what she ended up doing.
What intelligent woman and others like her are most scared of, I guess, is not so much as to what the consequences of these choices might imply but as to who they can blame in case the decision turns out to be an unsound one. They'd much rather bleat and flail their arms angrily at an invisible God than look in the mirror and face the unsightly guilt that has nestled in their eyes because of a mistake. What these people need, more than anything else, is unflagging support and steadfast reassurance. That no matter what happens, they won't be judged and they will land on their feet.
Religion is not the greatest vehicle for self-accountability. It will provide for a long and holy list of names, each one of which is powerful enough to alternately praise or blame. What I would like to point out to people who are wont on badgering God for signs is this: For all your pleas for divine intervention, in the end, a mere mortal will have to make the decision and face the music accompanying it. And doing so with complete faith in one's self is in itself the divine act.