“Women who insist upon having the same options as men would do well to consider the option of being the strong, silent type” - Fran Lebowitz

Later that day, I started thinking about options. Have we created too many options for ourselves, allowing us too much room for error?

...Okay, I'm no Carrie Bradshaw. But I really did start thinking about options tonight. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was me nearing my 26th birthday in a few days. Maybe it was neither, or a combination of the two (does it really matter what it was?). Maybe we've put too much emphasis on all the happiness we could be finding "out there" or doing what we've "always dreamed of," and not enough emphasis on finding the happiness in what we already have. Maybe we have too many options and too many opportunities to find "something better."

Online dating, for example. I guarantee that most of these exchanges would OR would not take place if these people met in a bar or through a friend. We are given pages and pages of postage-stamp-sized pictures to sort through. If he's not quite our type, there's a very good chance someone 2 inches taller AND with more hair on his head is on the next page. The short baldy we bypass may very well be the one that would charm us in a bar. But, with so many options, we don't take the time or effort to thoroughly give each postage stamp a fair chance. This is clearly just an example. I think this goes for so many aspects of modern life. I may continue on this rant when I find my space bar (no, seriously.. it fell off) and when I awake from my wine coma. Think about this one in the meantime, kids. And stop and smell the roses sometimes.. just be careful not to end up like Little Red Ridinghood. I love wine.