CHOICES - A MAZE OF DECISION MAKING!

CHOICES - A MAZE OF DECISION MAKING…I’M STILL TRYING TO PUT THE PUZZLES PIECES TOGETHER AND FIGURE IT OUT…

Ah, decision - making, that delightful journey through the maze of choices. It’s like a circus act with a bunch of clowns riding unicycles - exciting, bewildering, and sometimes utterly hilarious.

Join me in this entertaining exploration of the psych of decision - making, peppered with personal anecdotes, a dash of humour, and a generous serving of perplexity.

THE GREAT DILEMMA - CHOICES!!!!

Choices are everywhere, from picking a toothpaste at the grocery store to deciding on a career path. It’s like standing in front of an all you-can-eat buffet and realizing you have an insatiable appetite but only a finite number of plates…

‘HAVE YOU EVER FELT LIKE LIFE HANDED YOU A MULTIPLE -CHOICE QUIZ WITH ALL THE ANSWERS MISSING?’ I CHUCKLED, AS I FACED YET ANOTHER CONUNDRUM.

The Paralysis of Options: Too many Cooks spoil the Soup or Broth…

Ever heard of the paradox of Choice? It’s like being at an ice - cream parlour with a gazillion flavours, only to end up choosing vanilla - not because You love it but because you’re overwhelmed by the abundance of options.

‘WHY DO I SOMETIMES FEEL LIKE A BEWILDERED SQUIRREL IN THE NUTS AISLE, UNABLE TO CHOOSE JUST ONE?’ I WONDERED, AS I STARED AT A MENU WITH MORE DISHES THAN I COULD COUNT.

The ‘What IF' Game: In the mind..

One of the most entertaining sideshows in decision-making is the ‘What if’ Game. It’s like playing a game of chess with your own thoughts, envisioning every possible outcome and fearing the Knight’s move will somehow lead to a clown car collision.

‘IS IT JUST ME, OR DOES ‘WHAT IF’ HAVE AN UNCANNY ABILITY TO MAKE EVERY DECISION FEEL LIKE A LIFE - OR - DEATH SCENARIO?’ I ASKED MYSELF, WONDERING IF I’D ACCIDENTLY ENROLLED IN A DRAMA CLASS.’

The Regret Symphony : A Bittersweet Overture.

Regret is the encore in the comedy of decision - making. It’s like attending a show and then second-guessing why you didn’t choose the front-row seat or the balcony.

‘DOESN’T REGRET FEEL LIKE A COMEDIAN WHO COMES OUT AT THE END TO TELL A JOKE THAT YOU ONLY FIND FUNNY FIVE MINUTES LATER?’ I JOKED, AS I RECALLED THE DECISIONS THAT HAD ME SHAKING MY HEAD IN BEMUSEMENT.

The Wisdom in Hindsight: Laughter in the Rear-view Mirror

While the psych of decision-making is a complex puzzle, it’s also a source of endless amusement. Looking back at past Choices can be like watching a sitcom and realizing the hilarity of it all.

‘ISN’T IT FUNNY HOW HINDSIGHT HAS A WAY OF TURNING WHAT WAS ONCE A TRAGEDY INTO A COMEDY OF ERRORS?’ I MARVELED, AS I REVELED IN THE HUMOUR OF MY OWN DECISION - MAKING HISTORY.

In my conclusion, the psych of decision making is like a never - ending comedy show, with each Choice serving as a punch line or a plot Twist.

‘WHILE THE MAZE OF DECISIONS MIGHT LEAVE US SCRATCHING OUR HEADS OR SHAKING THEM IN DISBELIEF, IT’S ALL PART OF THE GRAND SPECTACLE OF LIFE.’

So, dear reader, keep navigating the circus of Choices with a sense of humour, and remember that even when your decisions lead to unexpected clowns and unicycles, you’re still the Star of your own show.

Feel free to share your own experience with decision - making, and let’s create a decision - making comedy club where we can all share our tales of Choice, confusion, and the occasional ‘What was I thinking?’ moments…

'What was I thinking getting married!'

‘I met him in chaos. He was the brightest Star, while I stood under a rock. It started, but he said he felt nothing. He thought I was ‘Broken’ that’s why he chose me. As his pride asked someone no one wants, he said he was okay if the girl was ‘Damaged’, as long as no one was interested in her or she wasn’t in everybody’s Mixits

And yet…He was in everybody’s Texts. He fancied good-looking-girls - yes, his likes on Insta said so, or should I say the slides in someone else’s messages said so. Once he compared me to his ex, saying, ‘She is dating someone so ugly, Trust me even you would not have dated him,’ and I was like…OK. That ‘Even You!’ stuck in my head.

I told him he was doing the same thing, but he said his situation was different. He did it because he didn’t want anyone looking at his girlfriend or trying on her. He Didn’t want anyone in her messages.

If you look at his demands - or what you call his requirements in a girlfriend - it’s his choice. He can choose what type of girl he wants, and that’s completely fine. But it hurts! I don’t know how to say it, but it makes me feel ugly. I may be ‘Damaged’ but no one wants to hear that they are ‘Damaged Goods!’ isn’t it? And yet, name calling is so wrong in a marriage. Is he being ‘Honest’ wrong?

He loves me. Truly loves me. Very protective, Trust me, he is the nicest man in the world. But maybe I am not what he wanted - maybe I was just the ‘safest option’ he could choose.

Even though I know he loves me, I am always in doubt that one day he might see or meet someone he truly desires. Maybe then he will finally have the guts to say….

‘I don’t care anymore. I don’t care if everyone likes her or every guy is in her life. I want her…’

I know him well enough to know he could leave me in a blink. And I know myself well enough to know what I’d do… I’ll just accept it…and bow out of the Boxing ring as my opponent has won the round….