I think there’s something wrong withh me, because more and more lately I just cannot make a choice. I am paralyzed with indecision.
Okay, this is a very minor example–which makes it all the more ridiculous–but I have been trying to come up with a new design for this site. And I can’t decide on anything I wanted to redesign it to look better at 1024×768 and above, because 17″ monitors are becoming the standard for new computers. I use one at 800×600, but I read with incredulity a C|NET article suggesting a 17″ monitor was more than sufficient for use at 1280 by 1024 pixels. Perhaps they should read an article on the leading causes of legal blindness.
But I digress. Indecision just took all the fun out of the re-design. The more I took the site apart, the more time I spent just staring at all these half-constructed ideas I abandoned and what was left of my web site. It was bugging me to the point where I was grinding my teeth in frustration. It’s not about people reading this stuff either. I’ve seen the logs, I know no one visits this site. The doors to the House are closed, the lights are off and I’m the only one here. Perhaps I’m in a bad part of town. What if I sold the House and moved to Newport Beach or Malibu? Naaaaaaah. Who’d wanna live in a multi-million dollar house on the beach, surrounded by movie stars, paroled junk bond brokers, raging parties, and shapely blonds with a knack for silicon? I mean, really.
The inability to just choose happens with other things too. Frustrating as hell. If I had one wish it would be that I could get back all the time in my life I’ve spend in indecision. Well, that wouldn’t really be my wish if I only had one (unless I could use that wish to wish for more wishes, of course). But if I had, say, 13 or 14 wishes, that one would definitely be in there. It would come right after the wish that Paul Moyer would stop anchoring the Channel 4 News in Los Angeles, because frankly the man must be frightening little children with those oddly chapped lips and his unique way of turning the most mundane “news” item into proclamation of “disaster” or make a “hero” out of people who do nothing more than fix a hang nail on a six year old.
But as I was saying. Indecision. Not a good thing.
Oh yeah. Sometimes I also have trouble staying on topic. Hmmm.