Tired of deciding with friends

It’s that moment again. The clock is ticking past ten, and everyone’s just sitting there, phones in hand, too tired to make a single choice. You can feel the hesitation in the air, thick and heavy.

The weight of a simple choice

We’d been talking in circles for what felt like an hour. Someone would suggest something, and then another person would just sigh. It wasn’t that we didn’t want to do anything. We just couldn’t muster the energy to pick.I remember glancing at my watch, the numbers blurring a little. That’s when it hit me. The problem wasn’t the options. It was the act of choosing itself.

Handing it over

So I just opened the random number generator. I didn’t announce it like a big solution. I just said, “Alright, let’s just put the ideas in and see what comes up.” There was a collective, quiet relief.We typed in the things we’d been mumbling about. No debate, no ranking. Just a list of possibilities, all given equal weight. It felt strangely fair.When I hit spin, we all watched it. Not with excitement, really, but with a kind of detached curiosity. The decision was made for us, and that was the whole point.

Moving on

The wheel landed on something simple. We all just nodded. There was no second-guessing, no “are you sure?” The mental load was gone.We finally got up and did the thing. It wasn’t about the activity anymore. It was about being done with the conversation, about finally moving forward. The night got better after that, simply because we stopped being stuck.