The Wheel Decides for Us

We were all just sitting there after dinner, the plates cleared away. Someone had suggested a game, but then no one could agree on what to play. The silence that followed was the heavy, awkward kind, where everyone is waiting for someone else to make the call.

That moment of decision fatigue

I could see it on everyone’s faces. My aunt looked at my uncle, my cousin just shrugged. We’d all used up our decision-making energy for the day, I think. Picking a movie, choosing snacks, it all felt like too much work right then.No one wanted to be the boss. No one wanted to pick something that might flop. It was easier to just sit in the quiet than to risk choosing wrong and ending the night early.

Spinning away the pressure

I remembered the wheel spinner on my phone. I pulled it out almost without thinking. ‘Let’s just put a few ideas on here,’ I said. ‘Let it pick.’ There was a collective, almost relieved sigh from the couch.It wasn’t about the game anymore, not really. It was about handing the responsibility to something else. The wheel became this neutral third party, a little digital referee for our indecision.I tapped in the options, simple things we all knew. The act of listing them felt lighter than arguing about them.

When the pointer stopped

We all leaned in to watch it spin. For a second, the only sound was the soft digital whirring. Then it landed. ‘Truth or Dare,’ it said.

The quiet that came after

And just like that, the stalemate was over. My cousin laughed and immediately pointed at my dad. The rules were set, not by any one of us, but by this silly little wheel. We could just play.