I think there is a little bit of this in everyone.
You have something planned for the day, either at work or in your personal life. You have things ready to go and then all of the sudden you find your plans have changed.
Not because you want them too, but because you have been “voluntold.” Maybe you have heard of it. Maybe you have been the unwilling victim.
The boss. The wife. The parents. Maybe you missed a meeting. Maybe you were selected because of your “qualifications.” Maybe you’re just unlucky.
I am sure you have run into it at least once.
No one likes it.
And yet, we all have maybe done it to someone at the same time. Ah, sweet revenge…
There are days were choices are just hard. It’s always this versus that. Me versus them. Us versus them. Me versus that.
So today, the choices seemed harder than most days:
Get up, work out, have a fabulous body (some day, because it isn’t right now).
Stay in the warm, comfy bed and sleep more.
Effort and exertion versus rest, comfort, and warmth.
I got up.
But I hated it.
Why can’t we just have both?
Ok, I know this is a question for the ages and it is as much a mystery as finding a sasquatch…
Why, when you are with a group of people or family, is it so dang hard to decide on a place to go to eat? Why does it have to be an exercise in patience and tolerance, with a side of not murdering someone?
I mean, really? Is it that tough to decide? Everyone put an idea on the table. Is there a common thread to the ideas? Similar location? Wide variety of food options at your idea? Could everyone find something on the menu to satisfy their taste?
My family is the worst. I honestly think it would be better to starve than try to make everyone remotely happy.
“Fine. Stay home and starve. I’m out the door and I’ll eat by myself.”