this morning #1023.

this morning, me, the model of a modern man, sat there on my couch. frozen. positively drowning in subscription services. too many choices. wanting to watch something but not knowing where to start. forgetting every single recommendation i’ve been given. wishing i’d written that shit down. kicking myself for trusting my memory. frozen. not even able to decide if i’d prefer something mindless or something that’ll get me thinking. not wanting to think about it. turning off the TV & tossing the remote aside. just sitting there instead. staring at the wall. wondering if maybe i should call someone & have a consequential conversation. i picked up the remote instead. tried to find something again.