I have a hard time picking out anything. Just ask my lovely wife.
In a Kroger, I once took 45 mins. to pick out a Hot Pocket.
There were just too many options.
Netflix. Help me please. There are thousands of good, bad, and ugly options in every genre of film.
We bought a car last year, and well, you can imagine how that went. I was comparing makes, models within makes, and cross-referencing dealerships with Kelley Blue Book all at once. And making a decision on that… almost killed me.
Now, imagine my disdain when walking into the new building where I work and discovering that on the first floor there is a bathroom labeled ‘Women’ and one beside it labeled ‘Unisex’ with a man/woman shown on it.
Nature called one day, and I opened the door (cautiously) and walked into the Unisex.
Inside there was a big open space, 1 urinal, and 1 closed-door toilet.
I tried to lock the exterior restroom door–no dice.
I didn’t feel it appropriate to use option 1, and option 2 was the most nerve-wracking 30 seconds of my life.
Suffice it to say that a poor decision-making man shouldn’t tackle these fast-paced locales often.
Much to my chagrin, the world seems to be offering more options than ever before, and I know it sounds ungrateful (because we’ve been blessed with so much in this country), but the overwhelming gift of choice has almost brought my mind to a standstill in recent months.
Phone types, phone plans, Subway submarine sandwich toppings, single or combos, best meal deals, best deal for a cup of coffee, best fuel price, best fuel type 87, 89, 93, trustworthy places to get a car repaired, best neighborhoods to live in, and best and best and best. The options seem to be limitless, and while I love knowing pets can have chips implanted inside them to keep them safe from ever being lost, I can’t for the life of me answer questions like “Would I like to implant my pet?” on the spot when asked.