|Plethora of paralyzing possibilities
||[Sep. 22nd, 2010|10:33 pm]
One thing you may not know about me: I can't choose.
I'm not talking about major decisions. Get married? Buy a house? Have kids? Those are easy, because there really isn't much choice, when you get right down to it. You just either do or you don't.
But if there's a real choice? Choices? I will never make a decision. And the less consequential the choice, the harder it is to choose. I am, after all, the person who agonized for years over what kind of trash can to buy. Who went to six different stores before I picked out the bathroom tile.
I told you that to tell you this: I got a very cool purple nano for my birthday, and giftcards so I could download some tunes. I got Middle Daughter to set me up (because I am a Luddite) and prepared to fill 'er up.
And then I got stuck. I already had about a dozen songs I knew I wanted to put on my nano, but I couldn't decide which song to download first.
My head said Elton, because...well...Elton. Tiny Dancer - the song that can literally stop me in my tracks, that rolls my brain back to sixteen and still, after all these years, awakens little butterflies in my heart.
But then there's Speeding Cars, which is sort of my new Tiny Dancer. There was a time when I had it looping in the background on my computer at work, and never got tired of it.
But then how could I slight David Bowie that way? Wasn't he counting on me to pick Modern Love as my first venture into the digital music age? And, you know, it had the whole "Modern" thing in the title, which would make it kinda funny in an ironical way, seeing as how it's nearly 30 years old.
This went on for quite a while. Days. Weeks.
In the end, I chose this. I think I done good.