Why can't I decide? Is it because I'm allergic to commitment? Or am I just allergic to life itself?
Perhaps it's because I'm secretly a sentient piece of toast, and my decision-making abilities are hindered by the fact that I'm 90% water and 10% existential dread.
Whatever the reason, it seems like every time I try to decide, my brain turns into a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure novel and I end up with more questions than answers:
Should I take the path of least resistance and eat the whole pizza by myself? Or should I summon the courage to share it with my coworkers, risking the wrath of Karen from HR?
Or, if you insist on making things harder for me, I could Just Keep Scrolling and maybe, just maybe, something will magically appear on the screen.