I needed toothpaste and undereye concealer- a necessity ever since 7th grade when classmates interpreted my dark circles as a deep love for crack cocaine. I typically would not shop at either place, but having been new to this neck of the woods, there was something safe and familiar with the old heavyweights of convenience.
For example, this is what one had to chose from if one liked Italian dressing:
Zesty Italian
Tuscan House Italian
Creamy Italian
Golden Italian
Caesar Italian
Italian Vinaigrette
Free Caesar Italian
Free Zesty Italian
Light Done Right Italian
Carb Well Light Italian
Carb Well Italian
House Italian Reduced Fat
Light Done Right House Italian
Reduced Fat Light Done Right Zesty Italian
Reduced Fat Roasted Red Pepper Italian with Parmesan
Special Collection Caesar Italian with Oregano
Special Collection Classic Italian Vinaigrette
Special Collection Italian Pesto
Special Collection Parmesan Italian with Basil
Three Cheese Italian
The phrase “choice fatigue” came to mind.
When I discovered the theory of “choice fatigue” earlier that year, it was as if a light had been turned on. Being a frustrated, nonplussed twenty-something, this explained a lot of things. Everyone nowadays is faced with countless options in their daily life, but Generation Y was born into it. In the beginning of 2008, I quit my career. I wasn’t happy and I didn’t know why. I purposely cleared my slate and decided to start from the scratch. I then spent the following months confused and immobile. I could go in any direction. The possibilities were infinite. The infiniteness terrified me. I could go back to school. I could move anywhere in the world. I could try to climb the corporate ladder. I could not shave my legs and paint fucking leprechauns all day (not fucking leprechauns but fucking leprechauns).
We’re told we can do EVERYTHING, and by God, I was afraid to do anything. Normally a girl who always knew what she wanted, I felt like I was drowning in the sea of options. I thought long and hard on why I felt such paralysis. Why does choice make life more difficult? Nothing is permanent, yet why do we lay such burden on our decisions? Is it because our lives are temporary and making the wrong choice could set us back precious time? Or have we just gotten too exhausted (or too lazy) to contemplate multiple thoughts nowadays? I realized that for me, is was the former. Then it hit me. I’m losing more valuable time by being afraid. Yes, we’re pelted by the assault rifle of options on a daily basis, but we can’t let it stop us from living our lives. I made a u-turn with my shopping cart and headed back to the salad dressings. I picked out two salad dressings that day and it felt good. That evening I had the most delicious salad I had ever tasted. A salad made with the freedom I had found in making a choice.
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This is beautiful, and so relevant to what I'm going through now with graduating high school. I'm about to make a million choices all at once and all of them have the possibility of impacting my future.
P.S. I hate Wal-Mart too, I also saw that documentary.
-Juliette WhereForArtThouRomeo
Y'know if you don't choose… that's a choice too.
Just sayin' and I don't recommend it.
Personally, I love Annie's Green Goddess Dressing….its great on salad and as a baste/marinade for chicken breast.
Thanks to living in mid~city, we have cut our trips to wally world considerably, much to my happiness!
If we only had a farmers market within walking distance…
Decisions
decisions
decisions..sometimes when I get stuck I just take the easy way out, cause sometimes the best way out is the easy way out.
I'm glad that someone else has recognized the fear factor of reality…it makes me feel less angry at my self for being scared.
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What kind of salad dressing did you decide on?? And can the soundtrack to this post be Free Will by Rush?
Oh man…I learned about choice fatigue when I was living in London and there was only one kind of Cheddar cheese in my supermarket and it freaked me out…it was then that I realized that we do not NEED reduced fat, fat free, sugar free, low carb, blah blah blah.
There is a lot of freedom in just going with the simplest, first choice. It's usually the right one.
Loved this.
Uh, first timer here, via 'My Soul Is A Butterfly', and I love this entry.
Won't get all coal miner deep on this entry other than to say I think it is fabulous. Be well.
@Juliette- You just graduated high school? What are you doing next?
@IT- Excellent point, my friend.
@Kelly Ann- Annie's has fantastic salad dressing. I actually only make my own dressing now. Says a lot, huh?
@Skelly- Some shitty kind, probably. As I mentioned to Kelly Ann, I make my own dressing now.
@Adria- Funny enough, I'd like to have a zillion options of cheese. I love cheese! I can't imagine not having more than one option!
@Big Mark 243- Thank you so much for stopping by! Hannah's blog is fantastic, isn't it?
Well said. This is actually a lot of how I've been feeling over the past few weeks. So many things to choose, not sure which choice is the best…but I've also started to come to the realization that the more I procrastinate those choices, no matter how insignificant they may be, I'm only doing myself harm.
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Very good, thank you!
I'm SO there. Next month, I'm leaving LA and a film career & moving to the east coast. I have too many decisions & a great big emptiness of "I don't know" in front of me. Choice fatigue? Yup, I'm exhausted… but hopeful. So I guess that's all to say — I'm with ya.
I have 8 salad dressings, 5 hot sauces, and 3 bbq sauces in my fridge right now. You just inspired me to count them. I know how you feel.
There's something about the way you discuss transitions and escapes, sketchy hotel rooms and highways and strip malls, that always gets me. I hesitate to say that the dark places are your strongpoint as a writer, but when I read stuff like this, I just think "yes."
Choice fatigue nails it. It gets me thinking about the way I make decisions, set goals and even buy things, which is to say, impulsively, with as little thought about what option a, b, or c might be. For example, when I get an idea for a story, I pitch it before I write it; I never go "shopping," but often buy dresses in windows. I think I may be fighting off what I know would be choice fatigue.
This was a really great post.
I think half our generation's problem is that we have too many fucking choices. I've tried to stop exploring every avenue and just take the ones that make sense.
I LOVE this!
One of my hipster-like qualities is that I listen to NPR, and they just did a report on this– stores are starting to scale back on the amount of options due to overwhelming the customer.
I just found your blog and totally relate to it! Also left LA for all of 2009 to travel because I had no idea what I wanted to do. And I met this sage in India who taught me to make decisions and never look back. Because every decision you make is the right one. It's really true if you think about it. Bad decisions either lead to something better or a great story.
I, too, left my career, one I had worked long and hard to achieve, only to get there and realise that it wasn't as I thought it would be and I just couldn't shake the feeling of general discontent. So I can relate to this so much. With so many choices, it almost feels like there are no real choices. Petrifying! Beautifully written, good luck with everything.
I, too, left my career, one I had worked long and hard to achieve, only to get there and realise that it wasn't as I thought it would be and I just couldn't shake the feeling of general discontent. So I can relate to this so much. With so many choices, it almost feels like there are no real choices. Petrifying! Beautifully written, good luck with everything.
I feel like that all the time. My husband and I are moving and we are trying to simplify everything by getting rid of things and then, we go to wal-mart (we live in small town Missouri, that is literally the only choice here) and we are forced to be visually overwhelmed with 84 choices of bread, giant signs saying SALE and WAL MART and it's even more frustrating to think "okay I have a choice in what I buy" but not really when Wal Mart is the only option in town. It's one giant mindfuck.
Goodness, I love this post.
I can relate to everything (ish).
I'm also just graduating high school.
WILL FOLLOW YOU; WHY WASN'T I BEFORE!?