being choosy

chaos is akin to a vulgar,undefinable thrill
it makes me want to jump out of my shoes and announce ATTACK
its the same feeling you get when youre hungrily gaping at a gourmet spread or a crossword or a long stretch of road or are about to bungee jump or are on the verge of a pitfall even

spaces that are deliberately created to confuse put forth amusing challenges
so i feel very existential when im standing in the grocery section,within the shackles of a gargantuan mall, i feel like a non entity. the mall becomes a conundrum, a sort of universe, in which i am a speck.
and it is natural for me to feel trippy about the IDEA of being fed with SO MUCH GODDAMNED VARIETY! its a craze that screams, "pounce!" ; and so we do just that with great enthusiasm. overkill.

such is the power of CHOICE
it tells me that there is nothing that is unsurmountable or too far from reach

interestingly
one is never unarmed
and as a matter of simple wisdom, it is practical to harp on the leeway that we have with the power to choose. like situation x: where t the task is at hand. and i begin to instinctively pray to god, asking him to show me the way and all that.tch.drone psychology.

but look at situation y: where t the task is at hand. and i begin to make a mental list of the number of choices i can make about how to handle it. and because my theory states that there is always atleast ONE more option in your favour than you think, the question answers its self. yay.

being "choosy" or overly particular about things
having set standards and tastes and preferences
is perfectly compliant with the IDEA of an ideal life

in my ideal life - i choose Swayamwar and i choose the shoes i wear and the colour of my lingerie and the plants i want to water and the bed i sleep on and the workplace i want to join and the car i drive and the guys i want to bank with and the shares i want to invest in and the cable connection i want and the yoga instructor i think is fit and the holiday planning that suits me and the home i live in and the street on which the home should be and the city in which i want to lead a life and things like that and i feel like im at the steering wheel of my life.
consolation. but then, thinking about things that are beyond one's control makes for another post all together. so *cut*cut*cut*cut*cut*cut*

when did you last exercise your power to choose?