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These 3 Options Have One Solution to Change; Which One Should I Pick?
Tonight, I have three choices, and here is what they are.
As I sit here and the sun begins to set on this chilly, cloudy spring day in Cincinnati, my anxiety builds. I am fighting the demons to do what is comfortable, the exact comfort that will bring misery in the end. It never fails me; I know my options are limited, but I always pick the path of least resistance; why do I do that?
I believe humans are wired to avoid pain at all costs; even if the relief is temporary, we gravitate towards the simpler, instant gratification route, which usually isn’t good.
As I sat there pondering my options, I had these three choices I am left to consider.
Beer
That’s right, my good friend Coor’s. This mother fucker never lets me down. He usually brings his friends too. Actually, 8–10 of them. They stay for 2–3 hours; then they leave before inviting me out. They are good at hanging around and talking me into shit I don’t want to do. The longer they stay, the more friends they invite. Sometimes they keep showing up, and I even lose count…
