Venturing a supermarket here brings me back the memories of being twelve again. Fond recollections of always having too many decisions to choose from, always wanting to do everything at once and never feel quite satisfied, regardless of choice and outcome.
And it hits you that though years have passed and even your passport bares witness of this fact, you haven’t developed or progressed anything at all since. You’re still the indecisive kid who can’t make proper decisions in the candy shop; filling the bag way before reaching the end of the humongous candy-row in the candy shop. Doh!
Like when choosing flavor of Ben & Jerry’s. The immense selection they offer here is just ridiculous, creating a task so overwhelming even Marathon seems simple. Today I stood for a every long time, contemplating which one would finish my meal when it suddenly hit me that maybe it’s not such a bad thing to skip this whole ice cream ordeal. “You don’t want to look like those obese Americans you so ruthlessly demean through your Wayfare’s every morning on the subway, huh”, and quickly took two packages and added a memory note to even stop considering skipping the morning runs hereafter.
As a man who only have two rules in my none-ruled life; never complain, never regret, I guess it means I just have to carry on this kind of procedure.
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