I was randomly walking through the aisles without a purpose. My eyes were browsing the different assortments of books. They have a Booktok stand, funny. Then I happened to stop in front of a book, that my memory says, is titled “Paradox of Choice”
I remember standing there, not sure what the book was about, but thinking ‘Hey yeah, there is a paradox when choosing something. Wait, what does paradox mean again? Conflicting thoughts co-existing, right? So does that mean when I make a choice I’m somehow agreeing and not agreeing?’ I entertain these thoughts for a minute, then continue browsing the bookstore, I’m on vacation after all.
I remember that memory today. During a hell week at work. I had a plan of how I wanted to spend the week, and that plan was crumbled and tossed out into the abyss of my subconscious. There are deliverables, and they must be met this week, mind you, we knew about it this week. I’m just tired of this way of operating, and I remembered that book.
The paradox of choice. I still don’t know anything about the book, but while I walk to my office, I think, I chose to be here, yet I don’t want to be here. How paradoxical.