The grass is greener where I stand. , ,

The more options that I have the harder it is for me to make a decision about something. Currently, I have over 11,000 songs on my ipod and every morning when I arise and head for school I am amazed at the cogitation process that preempts a song choice. The more movies I have in my arsenal, the harder it becomes to choose one to watch. I mean from Babe pig in the City to Poison Ivy with Alissa Milano, the choices become difficult when mass amounts of media are available. This has been my problem in the past with dating. I know this is cliche coming from a Provo dweller and I think it is becoming cliche to say cliche these days, but I'm at a loss for words. The mentality of so many of my peers (including myself) lacks a notion of compatability, and awaits perfection, in the meantime acting mediocre ourselves. What awaits around the corner? How in the hell is that guy with that girl? Why can't the girl do all the work? Why, when I tell someone how I really feel it always goes south and when someone does that to me the same happens? These are questions I pose. Are too many options a bad thing? By narrowing down the options I find it a lot easier to choose. Tacos or pizza? The National or the Killers? Black shirt or blue? Jurassic Park 1 or Jurassic Park 2? You might still find complication in these decisions, but I am suddenly able to arrive at a decision with a lot less trepidation and not have any cognitive dissonance to reflect on after words. So, this Easter I vow to turn over a new leaf, to accept my position and my options. No more waiting for girls to mature, or wasting time with what isn't there. I know what I like in someone and a lot of my friends possess the qualities that I find attractive. Where I stand I have viable options and no one else grass is greener than mine.