The Wheel Decides When I'm Too Tired to Think

It was one of those afternoons where the clock seemed stuck. My brain felt like static, and the idea of making one more choice—any choice—was just too much. The silence in the room was heavy, the kind where you can hear the hum of the lights.

That Weight of a Simple Decision

We were supposed to pick the next thing to do, a simple game to break the monotony. But everyone just looked at each other, waiting for someone else to speak first. It wasn't a big deal, not really, but in that moment it felt like a mountain.I remember thinking how silly it was. Truth or Dare? A child's game. Yet there we were, a group of adults, paralyzed by it. The energy to advocate for one over the other had completely drained away.

Letting Go of the Reins

So I pulled up the wheel on my phone. I didn't say anything, just tapped the screen and let it spin. There was a collective, almost imperceptible exhale in the room.The relief was immediate. It wasn't about the outcome being good or bad. It was about the decision being made, cleanly and finally, by something that wasn't any of us. The responsibility lifted, and with it, that awkward, tired pressure.

A Different Kind of Quiet

The silence that followed the spin was different. It was expectant, light. We were all just watching, curious, instead of burdened.

Accepting the Verdict

When it landed, there was no debate, no 'best two out of three'. We just accepted it. That was the rule, and it was a relief to have a rule.