Limiting options.
“I’m so limited in what I can do, that if I couldn’t have achieved what I have in this narrow corridor of pursuit; I’d probably drink myself to death.”
— David Letterman.
Call me old fashioned, but I like a decent black suit. Ever since I had my parents stay with me, they keep asking me to update my wardrobe.
Now I’m trying to pull the Steve Jobs routine and wear the same thing everyday like I’m part of a cult, but I find my life is a lot easier when I don’t have too many options.
A suit works pretty perfectly for my lifestyle, I always make sure I have a plain T-Shirt underneath incase I have to make a casual appearance and don’t wish to look over-dressed. I can very easily take off my Shirt, My Tie, Put my Suit jacket back on and viola! I just went from Formal to Casual in less than a minute.
I find it works in other parts of life too, like limiting my options on what to eat; I’m not particularly picky about my food so if I find something that works, I stick with it.
Same goes for my socks, I hate socks, they get lost all the time and develop a life of their own; sometimes turning themselves inside out just to mess with my head. So I bought a stack of black socks so that I never fuck up, even in the dark — the probability of me picking out a pair that matches is a 100%.
People always tell me I shouldn’t take things to the extreme, but what do people know. So I took this idea of limiting my options and just ran with it.
Decided to go absolutely mental.
- Too many emails too read? Select and Delete them all! Options Limited.
- Too many notifications? Block all of them. Options Limited.
- Too many phone calls? Send all calls to my voicemail. Options Limited.
- Too many cars to choose from? Fuck it, sell them all. Options Limited.
- Too many bedsheets to choose from? Burn them all, who needs a bed sheet if you have decent mattress. Options Limited.
- Too many partners to choose from? Reject them all, become celibate. Options Limited.
- Too many drugs to choose from? Do them all. Options Limited.
- Too many people that want to talk to me? Pretend I’m dead. Options Limited.
- Too many meetings scheduled? Don’t show up for any of them. Options Limited.
- Too many birthdays to remember? Don’t wish anybody happy birthday. Options Limited.
- Too many names to remember? Don’t even bother, call them Sir or Ms. Options Limited.
- Too many Travel locations to choose from? Don’t travel at all. Options Limited.
- Too many career options? Forget about a career, who needs one anyways. Options Limited.
- Too many favourite colours to choose from? Hate them all. Options Limited.
- Too many universities to choose from? Don’t apply to any of them. Options Limited.
- Too many Coffee types? Hmm…go for the espresso. Options Limited.
- Too many movies to choose from? Don’t watch ’em. Options Limited.
- Too many sex positions? Don’t have sex. Options Limited.
- Too many traffic signs? Don’t follow any of them. Options Limited.
- Too many rules to follow? Rules are meant to be broken. Options Limited.
- Too many books to read? Don’t read at all. Options Limited.
- Too many Restaurants to try? Don’t eat at Restaurants. Options Limited.
- Too many hogs to feed? Don’t feed them hogs. Options Limited.
- Too many options to choose from? Limit them all. Options Limited.
- Too much life to choose from? Choose the competition. Options Limited.
- Too many words to choose from? Choose Limited.
