Letting the wheel decide for the group

We were all just sitting there, staring at our phones. The list of names was right there, but nobody wanted to be the one to make the call. It felt like such a small thing, but the silence was heavy with it.

The weight of a simple list

I scrolled up. Then I scrolled down. The cursor blinked next to the first name, waiting. Someone coughed. It was ridiculous, really, how much mental energy this was taking from all of us. We were all friends, it shouldn't have mattered.But it did. Because someone had to decide, and deciding felt like picking favorites. Or creating imbalance. Or starting an argument we didn't have the energy for. So we just sat in that hesitation, the list glowing between us.

A quiet surrender to chance

I remember closing my eyes for a second. Then I just typed 'random team generator' into the search bar. It wasn't a grand solution. It was an escape hatch. A way out of that circular, exhausting conversation we were all having in our heads.Pasting the list in felt like a relief. Like handing over a hot potato. There was a collective, almost imperceptible exhale in the room. The decision was no longer ours. It was just... math. Or fate. Or whatever the algorithm decided.

The spin itself

The wheel spun on the screen, a silly little animation. We watched it, not saying anything. The colors blurred together.

The names fall into place

And then they stopped. Two columns. Team A, Team B. Just like that. It was done.We looked at the groups. There was a shrug. A nod. It was fine. It was more than fine—it was decided. And we could finally move on to the thing we actually wanted to do.