“Sometimes I feel so paralyzed by indecision, I worry I’m never going to move forward cause I’d rather just live pre-choice.”
Anna scans the menu, flipping it over for the third time, just in case something new appeared on the back.
“It’s just ramen though.”
“It’s just ramen now. Tomorrow it could be buying a bike, a month from now, who to date. What companies to interview at, which offers to take.”
“You’re buying a bike?”
She rolls her eyes.
“It’s just an example. I could buy a bike, except if I actually wanted one, I’d probably spend so long debating which one to get, I’ll never buy one, and just live bike-less forever.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. Paradox of choice is real.”
“But it’s not even that. I mean, yes, there are a lot of bikes out there to choose from, but not job offers. Maybe you get like two or three. But it’s so big, you know? So — ”
“Yes! Like it decides the rest of your life.”
“But it doesn’t. I mean not really.”
“Sure. And I know that. Rational me knows you can walk back from most decisions, or make new ones later.”
“But — ”
“But, what if you can’t, you know?”
What if you can’t. What if you like a boy, and maybe it could’ve been a thing, but he moves to another city, so now you’re in limbo. And then you meet someone else you like. Someone you want to spend more time with, who you hope maybe could become a thing.
And you want to ask questions, but you’re afraid the answers will force you to choose a path down a road you’re not ready for. Yet. So you don’t ask questions. And you wait.
But what if they disappear down that road you weren’t ready for?
“Yeah, I know.”
Anna considers the menu again.
“I’ll probably just make a game time decision when the waiter comes.”
Ramen: I managed to decide on the Musashi Shio Red from Ramen-ya in the West Village. Spicy, salt based tonkotsu broth with firm, straight noodles. I enjoyed the addition of mushrooms, which I don’t often see in tonkotsu bowls, and the black garlic oil. 181 West 4th Street, New York, NY 10014