We were all just staring at our phones. The question was simple enough: what time should we meet? But the thread had gone quiet, each of us waiting for someone else to make the call.
The weight of a simple choice
I scrolled back up, reading the same three suggestions for the fifth time. My thumb hovered over the keyboard, but I couldn't type anything. It felt like picking one would disappoint someone, or make me seem too eager, or just... wrong.The silence in the chat was louder than any message. I knew everyone else was doing the same thing, trapped in their own little loop of hesitation. We just wanted to get on with our night.
Letting something else decide
I closed the messaging app. The debate in my head was pointless. I opened a different tab instead, one I'd bookmarked for moments exactly like this.It wasn't about being lazy. It was about being fair. A number doesn't have a favorite, it doesn't overthink. It just is. I watched the generator pick one, and the tension in my shoulders just... left.
A quiet permission slip
I sent the number into the chat. No justification, no 'sorry if this doesn't work'. Just a digit.
The relief of a closed door
Almost immediately, someone replied with a thumbs-up. Then another. The planning moved forward, just like that. The thing holding us back wasn't the time, it was the choosing.
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