2001-09-15 - 11:50 p.m.
There is inherently something difficult about choice. The lack of it, for many. But perhaps what is more relevant to me is the abundance of it. I've always been a firm believer in individual autonomy, democracy, and all that crap. Stuff I possibly take for granted all too often. When I hear a colleage whinge about work, how she has back aches from the long hours of standing, how she disagrees with everything management enforces, et cetera, I feel like telling her she has the choice to quit. It annoys me sometimes, how people whine about all these things they can actively choose to change.
The availability of too much choice is disengaging for me. It makes me procrastinate too much, renders me an inefficient block. Perhaps because all that extra information needs to be processed. I tend to harp too much on weighing things out. Take for example, breakfast today. There was a tug of war between Eggs Viking (with salmon not ham), and french toast with bacon. I remembered that they made the Hollandaise sauce to perfection the last time. But I also remembered that I felt really sick after finishing two eggs the last time. But I really want the sauce. And french toast. But not bacon. Dilemma. I found myself shuttling between alternatives. But I finally gave in to Eggs Viking. And I didn't finish the eggs.
