My wife and I are stuck in a perpetual battle. Nothing ever sounds good to her, and everything sounds good to me.
She tries to be like me. “I dont care, i just want you to pick.”
Mexican? No. Indian? No. Italian? No. Sushi? No.
Oh so you do care. This is why you always pick. I will eat anything at any time.
Wife and I solved this by rule of 3. She gets to decide if she’s suggesting options or making a choice. Whoever is suggesting options gives 3 choices. They must be something the other potentially likes. The other then either chooses one of the three or has to suggest 3 choices of their own. We rarely have to go past the original 3 options any more.
So she just needs to throw out ideas, problem solved!
Jk I have this problem too. I want things riiiiiight up until they are on my plate ready to be eaten. Then I lose interest.
It’s worse with going to eat, because the work involved in cooking really cements me to eating that thing.
jesus christ… this is the joke? this is the comic
…I don’t want any of this
I would’ve taken any comic. I’m easy.
Easy like Sunday morning.
I am easy. Simply don’t give me a choice, because otherwise I’ll be hit by choice paralysis. Order for me. 🤷🏻♂️
Choices paralysis is easy to overcome. Just close eyes and stab randomly at the menu
That’s how you end up with a bottle of Pinot Grigio for dinner
“Isn’t it weird how the chef always seems to recommend the most expensive item on the menu?”
One of the perks of going vegetarian is that it’s gotten rid of my decision paralysis in most restaurants - there’s usually only two or three things that I can eat on any given menu. The smart places know where the bar is for decent vegetarian options and meet or exceed it, because the vegetarian in the friend group can and will veto if the option is a plain baked potato or the like.
A coworker said this to me. We were at a Chinese Restaurant. They were adamant on someone else ordering for them.
I ordered them the Cheese Burger and french fries.
They chickened out and picked a real order.
I‘m easy. I eat what I don’t know and if I know everything I take what I won’t make at home.
That was me in my twenties.
I will eat anything if someone else order something for me.
“Yes, that’ll be a large anchovy pizza with double extra anchovies, pineapple, and double jalapeños.”
That sounds not bad. I would probably hold the pineapple, though.
it’s because it’s Italian