Oh! the choices

Everybody needs to make decisions.
All the time.
In every minute of every day of our lives on this planet, we need to choose.

When your alarm goes off in the morning, do you hit snooze, or get up? You, like me, probably hit snooze and then don't have time for breakfast when you spend an extra 15 minutes dreaming about noodles and throwing lemons at your neighbour's dog.

But if you do have time for breakfast, do you have a healthy bowl of fruit with nautral yoghurt, toast and vegemite, or leftover pizza, a legitimate option because it is there already and requires no preparation whatsoever.

You choose the pizza. And it is good.

You may have noticed that there is a pattern forming here...we (or at least I) tend to make the choice that requires the least amount of effort at the time. A was telling me just today, that she recently needed to find a document, and had the choice of getting her usb out of her bag or searching through her emails, she chose looking amongst the hundreds of Scoopon, Team Spreets and ASOS emails to find it, because that way she didn't have to move more than her digits.

I sympethise completely, and I bet you do as well. I'll bet you a packet of cigarettes and a washcloth that you have done the same thing at least once.

 Or twice.

 Or seven hundred times a day.

But what do you do if there is no clear distinction between the two?

No defining factor that says: "choose me, I am easy. And you like easy, I know you do. Me me me me me!" What if, by all means and purposes, they are the same? What do you do then? What sort of factors do we take into consideration when the information that we have to base our decision on is virtually null?

 Well we have an example that might just put this topic into light.

Just today, A and I mosied on down to 'the supermarket' to buy some gougee wrappers, intending to make some tasty dumplings. Upon entering the complex (for it was quite the complex) and ascending the escalators, joking that I would have to stay outside because I was a skateboard, that we were suddenly confronted by this:

 

  

What the fuck?

How the hell are we supposed to make a decision like that?

We looked left, and we looked right, they seemed exactly the same distance away from where we were standing at the time, so we couldn't base it on that, the obvious factor of laziness apparent in all Uni students.

We needed more.

A commented on the annoying ads that Coles has..."down down, prices are down" nobody likes those ads, and the giant foam hands that are reminiscent of horrendous childhood showbags don not help their cause either.
However, she did always prefer Coles from when she was little...you know...just because....

On the other hand, when dear mother was telling us where to buy the wrappers (mothers know everything) she did specifically say Woolworths.

The colour then came into play. Red just didn't match our mood. Red says after-school-shop-with-whiny-children, we were just after some casual supplies. Green was the go.

Neither of us had ever suffered particularly bad experiences at either supermarket. When A was young she did get lost in Target, but after a few minutes of bewildering paranoia the four-year old was reunited with dear worried mother. G got lost at the show.

Woolworths was the winner; on the basis that we have two friends who worked at various Woolwi and we needed to go shopping, having wasted a good three minutes staring in confused disbelief at the sign.

It was really just a very confronting experience.

So decisions. They are just obstacles in the way of us getting what we want. In the end, we got the wrappers...... and some crumpets...... and some Crusta orange juice (classic, not the unsweetended or strangely pulp-free)........... and some milk.......... and some wine........... and a cardboard box.

Woolworths delivered, and that's all we really cared about in the end.