choosey choosey

Choice. Its everywhere. Not a day goes by where we don't need to make a choice or decision in order to continue moving forward (or keep sane). We choose which alarms we hold enough authority to snooze in the morning and which one is the big gun forcing us into the dark realm that is the day to day rat race. We dwell over what we would like for breakfast taking into consideration mood, time constraints and taste preference. You look at the thousand clothing options in the wardrobe frantically trying to find something that doesnt look like the outfit of choice you wore to work 2 days ago. And thats all before 8am! Ahh decisions, decisions.

Decisions are detrimental to survival. Without such options, humans would not evolve personally, phycially and emotionally. If you dont move with the times, everyone else will and you could be left alone with none other than your * high coloured tube socks, Taffeta dress ,frizzy mullet hair do and collection of Wham, B-52s and Cindy Laupers greatest hits to get you through the weekend. - bless those gals from the 80's they really did have the most fun!

I dont enjoy making decisions, especially in a shotgun. Im one of those people who metaphorically writes a list weighing up pros and cons, and over thinks it until my instinct punches my hesitant self in the nose and im forced to decide. On top of that my mind seems to change as much as the weather - and as of late the weather has been giving us some doozeys. So much so do I change my line of thought that I had to force myself to buy my plane ticket for Euro trip, before the parrot perched on my shoulder got hold of my left ear and bird talked me out of it.
''Polly want a cracker", I would say
and it would respond "No polly dont want a cracker polly wants you to think hard and question any and every thing until your head explodes."

I partially blame society for this. So much choice is thrown into our basket these days it weighs me down. I cant stand in the juice isle for too long because the 20 brands of juice on offer make me anxious - and thats just for the orange type. I often find myself staring aimlessly at a shelf, eyes blury and head tilted to the side wishing that a box would just fall off into my basket so I dont need to read the labels and put thought into the one I choo chooo chooooose.

It's one of the things I miss about the 1900's. Choice was at an all time low. You went to the only supermarket within a half an hour drive, which was only open for certain hours. Purchsed a litre of milk. No type. No worry. Just milk. Then You paid for it with cash from the same pocket that you first deposited it into after your boss paid it into your hand, not one of the 3 types of credit cards its essential to have today, and you went home to cook dinner. Forgot to buy half the ingredients? too freakin bad supermarkets shut. Make do with whats in the pantry or go hungry. No late night food options. No 24 hour Mc donalds to save the hungry day. Just simple choice, but in moderation.

I like having freedom of choice.
I like to know that I like something and therefore I choose it.
But when theres so much choice around I feel like hiring a personal assistant to sift through it all it makes me question, do we really need so much choice? is it really that bad to not want to make choices constantly. Are we mere hoarders?
the afterthought often leads me to regret. Which is where im currently stuck.
For example;  after days of stressing and organising a working visa, I wake up one idle morning with the thought crossing my mind that I dont want a working visa anymore. This is great and all. Saves me the $250 in application fees to start with. But knowing me this will be the hot choice of the week. And next month i'll change my mind and realise its too late to apply for a visa. And then be left sulking when I cant legally work in London. Unlike the change in nail polish preference ; which I can embrace, making a wrong decision about something that affects months of my life is making me dizzy. After all, the nail polish comes off with acetone, the choice to not get a visa when all my friends are, could be a big whoopsie.

One of the greatest traits I have learned is to follow intuition. Because 98% of the time it's right. And in a world thats buzzing with opportunities and options, intuition may be your only vice in getting you through it.

Stay tuned for future ponderings.

* in no way was the writers intentions to portray a lame image of folk from the 80's by using that as key example of someone stuck in a different era. I admire the 80's queens for sticking with what they love and when im done pondering I may just come and join you. Righteoussss.