Choosing not to choose
There’s a smoothie place I always visit when I’m in Chiang Mai. It doesn’t look like much when you pass by, but it’s one of the best in town. Always fresh fruit and never any added sugar.
There’s a wide variety to choose from. So many that instead of picking one myself, I just tell the owner to surprise me.
I like it that way, not having to spend time deciding, and then getting what you ordered and thinking, “Damn it, I should have picked that other one”.
Same thing with choosing your own seat on flights. Thanks, but no thanks. I don’t want to end up regretting having picked the seat next to the toddler screaming non-stop, or the passenger who can’t stop talking.
Most of the time it works great. And the times it doesn’t, at least I have no one to blame but fate. No reason to be annoyed at myself for making a bad decision.
It’s got a touch of adventure to it too. Not knowing. Putting decision-making in the hands of fate.
That’s why I choose not to choose.
