Decision Fatigue

SSomeone should do a study  on the relationship between decision fatigue and Attention Deficit Disorder.
 
 

It you put 24 jars of jam in front of me it would take me a while to choose, because I would read every label to find the best product for the lowest price.  Isn't that what you're supposed to do when you shop?

"COGNITIVE DISSONANCE"  has been growing, as another Factor to deal with, for the last fifty years because of Information Overload, brought on by governmental agencies' insistance that we know exactly what is in that can of soup, besides soup ... or the Dangers of using Tungsten Carbide coated Blades to cut thru Scrap Iron to dismantle an old building, if we are not wearing an O.S.H.A. Approved Air/Face Mask ... etc. etc. etc.  And then of course, are all the Pulp Magazines that decorate the shelves at the Check-Out Line at the Grocery Store, so that we get all the inside details on the lives of people in the spotlight, details that are really not any of our business and knowledge of which will not benefit our lives one iota ... and then there are the TV Shows ... "Inside Edition," "Nitty Gritty," Maury Povich," "The Melvin Kowalski Gossip Hour" and others too lame to mention ... and the effects of the entire Brain Torturing Fiasco has been thrust foreward at Warp Speed by the Computer's becoming as common as a Toaster ... Too Much Information, and 99% of being absolutely useless and a total waste of time ... I pity the poor ones whose lives are so boring that all this crap is actually meaningful to them ... The Horror !!! And it is all fed by Madison Avenue, which has been very handy at bringing to us every thing that is, "New & Improved" since Warren Hull was a Pup ....... Cognitive Dissonance ... fancy words ... to help guarantee that some people have a job, and all they really mean is, that we all suffer the ravages of Too Much Information ... Do we REALLY care that Kim Kardashian's Hair Dresser has an infected Piercing thru his Foreskin ??? That he has been in Hospital for a week with his ass in a sling, and that his forty year old life can only be saved by Emergency Circumcision ??? Or that his Live-In Lover, Raul ... is so  distraught because Health Codes won't allow him to keep the severed little turtleneck as a memento, so he is arranging a Gala at Forrest Park(in the Truman Capote Gardens, of course) ... Raul had such plans ... he was going to have the little ornament made into a Wallet, so's it would always be near his ... heart ....... But the craftsman warned him that if he slid it in and out of his pocket three or four times, it might turn into a Clutch Purse ....... Ya see ....... Too Much Information !!!
 
 

JULIA--- Great last post! Good morning.
 
Seriously- if feeling fatigue because you have too many choices on a menu or too many jams to choose from & that's your biggest worry of the day-- count yourself lucky, quit moaning, move on.
 
Good day all.....

Good Morning Bebe!
 
Jalopkin: The pulp magazines and glut of gossips shows really aren't too much information, but away to divert our attention from aquiring real information and making meaningful choices. 
 
Maybe the healthcare bill wiould have passed sooner if more  people had heard about hairdresser's fate. 

IVAN--- Is there really "The Melvin Kowalski Gossip Hour????"That is nothing short of awsome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Awesome---- I was overwhelmed By IVAN's post.... & by seeing JULIA....

This may explain why I like backpacking: no ads, no TV, no internet, one trail, and so on.  The toughest decision may be to crawl over log #1, log #2, or log #3 when one gets to a river.  The only available options when it comes to eating are 'what's in my pack?'.  Also, backpacking necessitates your body supplying the brain with less blood and the legs, etc, with more blood -- meaning your oxygen and glycogen deprived brain stops getting distracted with trivia and spends it's time on important stuff, like: 'Two more miles!', 'Better duck extra low to get under that blowdown!', 'Was that a red-tailed hawk?', 'That's flat enough for my tent', and 'Better get my pack cover on before it starts to rain!'.  In short, limiting one's options can be liberating (Man, doesn't THAT sound like Zen!)

Any salesman with half a brain knows he should NEVER offer a customer anything other than three choices: no choice breeds resentment; two choices makes folks think 'only one alternative?'; three choices is enough to satisfy, but not enough to lead to paralysis.  The job of the (ethical) salesperson is to obtain enough information about a customer's lifestyle, preferences, needs, wants, etc, to pull out the three best alternatives from the hundreds available (in other words, act as a filter).  I suspect this is the same thing tax advisors, doctors, and divorce lawyers (among others) do............

Let the market decide. Let the buyer beware. Sartre thought man is responsible for his nature and his choice. I agree I think ~ as we are generally the aggregate of our choices in a way-so the more choices desired the more complex the being and the more thought that is given to the choices along with the possibility of worry and regret. Alas, nothing is really simple and vanilla is as flavorful as tutti frutti. After taking a spin or two, we often come back to a few comfortable things like that old pair of gloves that just seems to fit perfectly and requires no further shopping.Hence the satisfied shopper.

Doc:   All  we  can  do  is  assist  others  in  making  better  choices  by  suppling  alternative  or   extra  information.   We  are  ALL  teachers,   but  some  "students"  will  always  insist  on failing,  we  have  to  then  shed  the  guilt  &  move  on....

Park4:  Found pictures  of  club/observation   car  "Prairie  Rose,"   former  Soo  Line  RR,   sitting  at  Spooner,  Wisconsin  depot.  Former  excursion  trip  with  Chicago &  North  Western  Historical  Society  to  Wisconsin  &  MInnesota.   I  think  it  is  "staying"  on  leasted  space  at  the  Railway  Museum  in  Northern  Wisconsin,   where  I  stop  if  I  am  experiencing  serious  wanderlust  or  burnout......outstanding. 

If somebody were to rouse himself off the couch after a decade of just sitting there like a lump, and attempt to run a marathon, and drop dead after 9 miles, people would say "Of course he dropped dead, as he was a couch potato, but well done making it 9 miles before expelling the entire contents of your thoracic cavity out your nostrils, old chap!"

The preventative course of action for an aspiring marathon runner née a couch potato seeking to avoid death would be a little training, eh? Run a few miles every day. Work up to 26.3 miles. In this way, once can avoid becoming one of Phidippides' spectral children.

And yes, the same sort of training applies to the commonly unattainable heights of mentalist excellence known as "The Examined Life" - the one Socrates was blathering on about when he said "The unexamined life is not worth living".

Of course, Socrates was about to quaff a rather nasty apertíf (after which there would never be another), all for the sake of following his philosophical bliss. A credible ad hominem refutation of that "examined life" argument properly could be made here.

But the thrust of the argument still carries some weight, i.e. that people don't learn how to handle themselves in our ridiculously information-rich world without practicing how to do it first. Now, it just so happens that there is a general method for learning how to, well, to learn - and it's called Getting an Education.

However, I've just hit upon the crux of the problem as conceived by many who lament our woeful state of 500-Channels-of-Nuthin'. Namely, if one thinks of education as a long path of "knowing" this or that, then there's almost no chance that anybody could possibly absorb all of the "required" information that's currently being doled out under the guise of becoming "learned". Truly, because that's what most people seem to think education is: Name the state capitols! Who's buried in Grant's Tomb! That kind of stuff.

But I don't think education has anything to do with the above-parodied trivia. I take the Socratic view, that education should teach one the necessary skills to examine one's life. The required skill set for that kind of life is entirely different than the skills needed for the Cliff Notes/Rote Memorization Plan. I usually think of it in terms of the Karate Kid, when Daniel-san asks Sensei Miyagi if he (Miyagi) could break a very thick board. "Don't know," says Miyagi, "Never been attacked by tree." Miyagi didn't train to break boards, you see, because he had correctly figured the likelihood of encountering a homicidal Sequoia to be quite low. An examined life, that.

Now, at this point a lesser correspondent than myself would give in to the temptation to start naming the things about which we don't need to learn. But that's entirely not the point. I would certainly reveal my own biases on several subjects if I did so, but what I would not accomplish would be to underscore the point: find your philosophical bliss and keep it in very sharp focus. Establish your personal First Principles. Build your castle on bedrock. Shake hands with Abraham Lincoln!

(No, I dunno what that last one was, either. It just sounded good.)

Now, everybody running about, examining their own lives (it is strictly against the rules to examines someone else's life), leads to a proliferation of Free Thinking people the likes of which strike fear into the hearts of governments everywhere. This is why history's greatest Life Examiner was given that dodgy cup of tea by his Athenian rulers. But in our present day, I think we could all get off our intellectual couches and learn the philosophical ropes of Examined Living, and decide for ourselves how best to think about "stuff", and just maybe there would be too many of us for the government to start handing out the Hemlock.

Jonathan,   we  will  forgive  a  little  "politically  incorrect"  analysis,   if  the  integrity  of  the  process  benefits.....tell  us  what  you  really feel.

IJ, I heard it was an overnight bag, not a clutch purse.                                                        
 JI, are you suggesting that education ought to teach us to think, not merely dates and facts?                                                                        
 Doc ( and JP, I guess) aren't you missing the point that a salesman's real chore is not in getting the consumer to choose among  items, but to choose Buying over Doing Without?                                                                                                                   Finally,  is anyone else familiar with ALDI and the merchandising concept of The Limited Array?  One might suggest that the Owner's Manual, in its curated selection, is a form of the Limited Array.

My biggest dilemna in my life now is walking into an empty restaurant....

JI -- I am ashamed to admit that an extra long post usually sends me skipping down to the next pithy comment... but I loved that post of yours! Lots of good stuff there to think about.

A society of specialists, where we depend on each other to fill in the information that we lack ourselves... this is an interesting place to be. There are people on this site that have been places and done things I never will (or in some cases want to), but the insight gained from those experiences is precious.

WT -- I think you are right on with the comment about the Owner's Manual. You think JP is trying to SELL us something?!

Yeah, Trask, I know - pure effrontery on my part! The nerve of people like me...

Bert, it would be a disservice for me to select the Menu des Raisons d'Etre for my fellow Eye-landers. All I can do is reveal my own First Principles and show the decisions that followed from them.

My own Über First Principle is to make considered decisions. Kind of corny sounding, but it's sincere. And here's the extension of that principle into my present day circumstances:

My natural family is/was a disaster. My mother was abused by her father. Mother married abusive men. I was born, the first of several, but abandoned to a foster home.

Growing into manhood myself, I deeply considered my friends in high school and later college who dealt daily with their "normal" families who, in truth, seemed to cause them more pain than my own had to me. More so, in fact, since my family had the good graces to drop back ten and punt me out of their wretched circumstances and give me a chance elsewhere. As a ward of the state, the mantel of self-sufficiency is somewhat prematurely handed to you, since the department of social services genuinely does want you out of their hair ASAP. Thus, while my friends were dealing with hyper-controlling parents even after their college graduations, I was free to make my own decisions more or less from 9th grade on.

And my decisions had mostly to do with family. Of course, my own lack of a natural family was foremost on my mind. And I did have some good friends whose parents where absolute exemplars, and who even extended their familial affections to me in my darker hours. They were outstanding role models, and I had had none.

And my predisposition was to be a family guy when the opportunity presented itself. Part of wanting to be a Husband and Father was to show by example How It Is Done. No small amount of pride involved there, but nobody who knows me will ever suspect that I have low opinion of m'self.

And indeed the opportunity presented, in the form of the indomitable and adorable Killer Bee (AKA "She Who Must Be Obeyed", "sweetie", and officially "spouse"). And then children arrived (the mechanics of that one are still foggy). But while marriage and parenthood had manifested, I was not quite done settling into my career.

Well, while I was figuring that vocational business out, and we were having the first of our three children, my sweetie had landed a job with a very large engineering firm that absolutely adored her - evidenced by the sometimes twice-yearly promotions and raises. In very short order, the firm had moved my darling up, and to a pay scale that made my future projected meager salary as a professor pretty much irrelevant. In fact, we did the math and realized that if I actually muscled through and got a silly professorship somewhere, then the only effect would be to redirect my salary into daycare at the cost of having our children raised by somebody else.

But I would have none of that idea. Propitious circumstances had arrayed themselves - perhaps I created the circumstances - such that I was able to live up to my own ideals, and to raise my children and support my darling wife as a domestíque in our Tour de France winning team. So there was the opportunity, and I did pounce thereupon. My career got the boot, her career continues to rocket ever upward, and the Wee Heathen Horde is thriving in a Dad-based family home environment (where the men are strong, the women are good looking, and the children are above average).

First Principles. There ya go.

Kristina, I confess: long posts make me jump, too. But I'm feeling ebullient this morning. Or rather, I was. Now it's time to shower and go to my work of sorts.

Our "Decision Fatigue" reminds me of the polar opposite, the old Soviet Union.  As a youngster in the Army, I was stationed in Berlin during the early 1960s.  Right across the Wall from me were people who were constantly afraid of their government, their military, their neighbors.  And, they had NO CHOICE.  They could not choose to live under those conditions; the decision was made for them.  This was reflected in their markets.  If you or a member of your family needed shoes, you went to the GUM (government-run) store, waited in line all day (really--ALL DAY), and by the time you got to the front of the line, all they had left was size 20 (European style, equivalent to US size 5).  You bought them anyway.  Color doesn't matter; style doesn't matter.  They're all ugly and they're all a grayish brown.  You might be able to find someone who needed those shoes and you could trade, or you could find a trade on the thriving black market.  Try to get an American woman to accept those conditions.  Yes, we have too many choices.  I would rather have too many choices than too few, and have to make those decisions for myself, rather than have the government make them for me.

Speaking of decisions, Congress made a very important one last night. Any thoughts?

JMR:
We're going to hell in a hand basket.
And I couldn't believe they did that to us.
Come November I hope all those who voted for that health bill are out on their kesters and the new reps will repeal it on their first day.
The American people didn't want it. What were they thinking.
I heard Obama said if it didn't pass it would ruin his presidency.

Well then. I have an entirely different take, at least as it refers to restaurant menus: you see the ingredients on the menu ,by the choices offered. Now, it is up to you , the assembly.  Mostly the same in life; going into the food market,produce section, you can,or not,be overwhelmed by the choices available. Solution? Salad. Grab everything ripe,that would pair,or meage` and mix. That's life.    .And a tasty salad.

jmr:I believe we as a nation have been skewered and placed on a very, very hot grill.

JI, your job sounds much like mine... my two oldest are out of the nest, but still causing considerable head- and heart-aches. The little one is 8, and reminds me that they were young and cute once, too, and I should hesitate before putting contracts out on them...

Interestingly enough, my eldest started out with us as a ward of the state... she just never left. Well, actually, she did, but her parents sent her back. She got to see what living with the bio-parents would have been like, and never once complained that we weren't her "real" parents. It wasn't all good, but I try to concentrate on the bright side...

Aye Aye, korthal.  I was up alll night, first listening to liars, then tossing and turning and cursing them in my head.
 
Didn't we have a recent thread on revenge or vengeance?  I think we did.  I said I only had two who (quoting Isles, here) "have earned my eternal contempt."  Now add -- what was the Senate Bill vote? -- 220 to that.
 
 
Oh wait till November, you "representatives."  Just you wait.

Isles:  Either your ego is incredibly intact or sharing all that tmi is your norm?

Salads at my house have many ingredients, and beans,and corn,and meats,and roasted root veggies,with raw veggies,and cheeses,too. And I allow everything to mix and mingle,in a large bowl,in the fooderator,covered,with some primo olive oil,and lemon juice-freshly squeezed.  When it is time to eat,or boredom driven, a bowl of that, with the lettuce(spring mix baby greens)added only then,as a bed,and the tomatoes freshly slice/diced and layed on top....well you see, my education was like that,too; see something interesting? read it. What you glean from that might help you understand something you already read,or will. And then you hear someone tell a story,and it links to that morsel in you mind-closet...viola (wa-la)

Jalopkin:  Loved that post up there! 

My correspondance with some of the Eye-landers,via secret messages sent under cover of darkness,illuminated by the flashlights of insight and experience, have brightened many dark corners in that mind closet.  I hope I bring light and sunshine to yours

Well, Jonathan Isles, I wish you felt more ebullient on a daily basis.  You're living a fasinating life of your own design.  Wonderful, just wonderful.  May you and yours continue to thrive -- I've no doubt in the world that you will.  Quoth Ivan:  Good on you, sir!

Road  Yacht,   until  you  acquire  all  of  your clandestine  fantasies,   would  you  kindly  tell  everyone  that  I  really  really  need  a  nice  fireplace,  coupla  three  blankets,   and  more  of  the  magnificent  eggplant  shrimp  bisque  that  Semilegal-Paralegal  snagged  for  us  at  lunchtime?   It's  rainy,  it's  getting  colder,  it's  Monday,  and  I  really  really  need  a  nap.....

Park4:  Well said and I, too, hope Isles continues to thrive and prosper.
 

I am careful when making important decisions....I always make sure that I can explain the reason why I made my choice....Executive decisions at work...no problem...however, when shopping I am a failure at something as simple as choosing which color T-shirt to buy...I sometimes try to find a flaw in the object that I am about to purchase, and therefore, the imperfection dissuades me (sp?) from buying it.
 
A saying that I like is: "Not making a decision......is making a decision!"
(Also, my life motto is: "if in doubt...don't!....this one has kept me out of alot of trouble!)

They did a study on ADD and decision fatigue but forgot what folder they put it in.

I find it easier to decide what type of meal I want before I go into a restaurant, like "meat or fish" for instance. That cuts my choices in half. (I can't imagine going out to a restaurant to eat chicken; why bother?) I admit a problem choosing between having steak or roast beef sometimes.

I like a short menu when I go to a diner, a local joint. But when you have a fine chef with wide experience I am at my best choice-wise. I just close my eyes and point. I never change my choice, unless I pick chicken.

Where I live every restaurant gets its fish fresh from its own boats or the local fish market so fish usually gets the nod.

I am not sure the ire expressed at congress is entirely on target. Decision is not necessarily a zero sum option; there are many people that will be helped by the enforced generosity of the rest. And, as I remember it, it is government for the people,too

But then, I thought everything would have worked out right if instead of bail-out, the gov opened up its own real bank, and provided mortgages at reasonable rates,and gave savers reasonable rates,and made business loans to people that were not just well connected,but instead wanted to put their heart and soul,and all of their time into opening a business(like I did)...but hey, there aren't that many giant bonus packages to gov't workers, unless they get elected. Funny how that works out, ain't it?

I just thought of saying "more loop holes than J.Peterman's button front shirts", but I don't know where to use it yet

Decisions, decisions...so many choices, so little time...the extent of my cliches for today.                           JI...I have nothing but admiration for those who find their place and enjoy it. Society puts to many pressures on us all to conform to this or that. Good on ya for taking your own path.                                To all...Today's topic points out one of the downsides to our current society. Choice is a two edged sword...too much and at some point chaos ensues and then someone comes along and puts their foot down. Too little and the world is gray...or grayish brown. As JI put it..."first principles" could be a good start. Maybe in that and a more circumspect view of ourselves, we can find a balance. Or...I could just be spitting out words to see where they splatter...

PARK4:  Thank You Dear Lady ... Sometimes in the closing hours of the day I develop a slight case of the Redass, and I don't always polish the final product of the moment, but I am glad you found something redeeming in it ... as the sign on the Mens' Room wall sez ... "We Aim To Please ... YOU Aim Too, Please" ...
 
WT:  I didn't wanna start braggin' that late in the morning, but the Overnite Bag phenomenon only occurs in Texas ... But Thanks for a chance at a Plug !!!
 
BEBE:  Kowalski appears on Public Access Television somewhere around Reading , Pennsylvania ....... He was the fellow Al Bundy was modeled after ... When he first went to to Sign On, he thought the Achronym stood for, "Polish Access Television" , and things just progressed as they may ... You may remember him from 1979, as the guy who tried to Unionize the Altar Boys at St. Boluslavski Church, and got a nastygram from the local prelate telling him to back off or face Excommunication ... scared him so badly that he quit High School and joined the NAVY just to get out of Town ... Seemed fitting, as two thirds of the NAVY is from Pennsylvania anyway ... they join because they have never seen BIG Water before ... Some of the first fun I had to break monotony aboard Ship, was to holler, "HEY  SKI !!!" and watch seventy-five guys snap to attention all at once .......
 
JULIA:  I see your point about the Pulp Publications, and I do agree that they are a diversionary tactic, as is so much else that the government does to take our view away from what is really going on ... but don'r be fooled by all this Dog n Pony Show voting ... this issue is long from over, and you will shortly witness some amazing things happening on the Political Scene, and you will see a whole bunch of New Faces ....... If the current horde of Politicos are lucky, you won't be seeing Gallows .......

Gutsy post,  Jonathan.    Thanks  for  sharing...

So glad I popped in today.

I know long posts aren't your style, Jonathan, but when you stretch out, it's something.

Force, logic, jocular wit, sensitivity, brute speed and naked honesty.

All the qualities of a top-notch decision maker, actually . . .

When faced with many choices, if we don't choose any of them then that, too, is a choice. We can't have everything we want or dream about in this world. What we are left with is choosing from amongst those things that are available to us or that are within our reach. The trick is to make wise decisions and pick what is the most appropriate for each of us.
I think it makes us less impulsive, when we are faced with many choices. We are simply more careful because we know we cannot have it all so we must make sure that each decision counts.
Slowing down a bit, contemplating options and not being in such a hurry all the time is really not so awful, is it?

MissIve ~ so nice to see you! Hope all is well.
 

BERT-- Eggplant shrimp bisque just sounds funky--- not funky like if I met you on the street in Mt. Adams in the early 70's & said,"Man that shirt is really funky -- where did you get it?"  But funky as in-- that's just wrong....
 
I might be totally off base....
 
JI-- really nice to get such a personal slice of your life. Thank you.

Well, bebe, that's exactly what I thought about Bert's soup, but I didn't want to say anything or he's accuse me of being my usual critical self, which we know isn't the case, but for some reason Bert thinks so.
 
Hopefully, entre nous, it was either eggplant OR shrimp.
 
or maybe it's an Ohio thing?
 
;)

MAYBE IT WAS THOSE BABY EGGPLANTS....YOU KNOW....SHRIMPS

hardy har har, eli
 
you clever guy, you.
 
it's as good an explanation as the truth probably is.

This is everyone's big chance to catch "Hoarders" -- we talked about it last week.  People who make pack-rats look like minimalists.
 
If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend it for 5 minutes or as long as you can take it.  It's amazing that people do this, and if you've been meaning to clean your house out of stuff, aka Spring Cleaning -- watch "Hoarders" for a while, and it's all the kick in the butt encouragement you'll need to get going.
 
"Hoarders:  Buried Alive"
A & E TV
At 8, 9, and 10 PM EST
 
Happy Viewing.

Perhaps the best environment for a healthy life is an endless stream of decisions sufficiently broad to ensure one's attention, sufficiently narrow to avoid 'clogging up the plumbing', and sufficiently weighty to guaranteed we don't just 'pass' on them...

But RY--- then it becomes shrimp, shrimp bisque-- right? That can't be right either.......
 
Or is it???? have you stumbled onto something? Or will BERT agree w/ you just to get out from under the withering gaze of PARK & my confused questions??? Stay tuned for "As BERT'S Soup Warms, so do the Days of our Lives...."
 
On a humiliatingly candid, political fluff note--- although I don't care at all for Rahm Emmanuel as a political operative- he is devastatingly foxtastic.......
 
Oh, the shame......

Korthal -- as usual:  Amen! 
 
Speaking of too many choices -- the one area where we could use a few more, our elections, is somehow taken from us -- we get to vote, over and over again, for the lessor of two evils rather then for the best person.

ANDY--- Are you reading my mind? I stopped by our little local postoffice after school to send a b'day package to one of my best girlfriends & the postmistress & another customer & I got to talking about politics & I said,"I am soooooooo tired of voting for the lesser of two evils as opposed to someone I feel passionate about."
 
 
And so it goes....

is chocolate running for office?...wait, I know that sounds like i am making the choice for everyone, but butter pecan,wait,wait,pistachio,no peach....hey, 57 flavors, that IS the limit of our attention....see? the whole discussion was circular

Oh, MissIve! Been missing you. Good to see you. And now I'm gonna go blush in a corner.

Kristina, now that I've read your story, rest assured that your money's no good in my town. I have a special soft spot for people who take in kids like you did. Well done.

jekoko. Thank you. And the first option is spot-on.

Decisions. On one hand, we are lucky to have a spectrum of choices, and on the other hand we are lucky to have black and white decisions. The black and white? One bank offers .5% on a savings account, and another bank offers 1.5%. Life should be so easy.

Recently, I was flying home and noticed a list made on the little white bag tucked into the pocket in the seat in front of me. The list was numbered and in two columns...the Pros and Cons of two men. Man A...good looking, great in bed, brings flowers, self-centered. Man B... older, good looking, great in bed, brings flowers, difficult to get on the phone at night...the list went on...in the end the columns were even.  Love and life it seems can be messy, and makes one want to fill little white airline bags that fold at the top. (someone hold my hair?)

Often times I do a quick scroll through the Eye comments trying to decide who to read first.  Dilemma can sometimes be wonderful.

It's like Forrest's box of chocolates here at the end of the day, isn't it Penn?  You don't know what you're going to get, but having to choose from such a wide choice of flavors, all good, is  delicious in and of itself.

Yes, Park...it truly is.