Tired with friends, what now?

I was sitting on the couch, the low hum of a show no one was really watching in the background. My friends were scattered around the room, all of us in that familiar, comfortable silence that comes from being too tired to talk but not wanting to be alone.

The weight of deciding

Someone mumbled something about maybe ordering food, and the question just hung there. It was my turn to suggest something, but my mind felt like a browser with too many tabs open. I could feel the pressure to pick the right thing, the thing that would somehow make the evening feel worthwhile.I’ve left items in my online cart for days, unable to commit to a single choice. This felt the same, but with people. The fear wasn't about a bad meal or a boring movie, really. It was about being the one who chose wrong for everyone.

Letting the wheel decide

I remember thinking, fairness matters more than the outcome. It wasn't about finding the perfect activity. It was about removing the burden of being the decider, of letting something else take the blame if the choice was a dud. That felt like a relief in itself.So I pulled out my phone and opened the wheel app. I typed in a handful of things that felt possible in our drained state. Nothing ambitious. Just quiet, simple options that required no energy to explain or defend.

A list of quiet possibilities

Putting them down felt like exhaling. Each one was an acceptable answer, which meant no answer could be a failure.

The quiet click of the spin

I showed them the list and gave the phone a tap. We watched the wheel spin, a little flash of silly animation in the dim room. There was a pause, a collective held breath that was more tired than tense.When it landed, there was a soft murmur of agreement. No one was thrilled, but no one was disappointed either. The decision was made, and it was fair. We could all just… continue being tired, together, without the mental tax of figuring it out.