Letting the wheel decide for me

I was just sitting there, staring at the screen. Truth or dare. It’s a silly game, but the choice felt weirdly heavy. I’d been looking at those two words for what felt like forever.

When the choice itself is the problem

It wasn’t about the options being bad. They were both fine, really. It was the loop of thinking about them that got me. I’d pick one, then immediately wonder about the other.My brain just kept spinning in place. It was like being stuck on a question with no right answer, which meant every answer felt wrong. The longer I sat with it, the more ridiculous it all seemed.

A quiet way out of my own head

So I found this wheel. It felt less like giving up and more like handing the problem to someone else, even if that someone was just a circle on a screen. I didn’t have to be the one to pick.There was a weird relief in that. The responsibility wasn’t mine anymore. I just had to click a button and accept whatever came up. It was a simple rule that broke the complicated loop.

The moment it stopped spinning

It landed on ‘truth’. And that was it. The debate was over. I didn’t feel excited or disappointed, just… done. The energy I’d been using to choose was suddenly free again.

What was left after the decision

The funny thing is, once the wheel chose, the option itself didn’t seem so big anymore. It was just the next thing to do. All that weight I’d felt was gone, and it was just a game again.