Im a magnet for drama. No, really. Saturday afternoon Im getting my haircut and the Israeli stylist asks, "Do you want your hair angeled to the front? It was supposed to be a simple question deserving of a simple answer: yes or no. Simple for anyone who is not me. I had to ask my options.
I really believe our society today will hang itself on all the options that we have. People back in the day had less options. They had less to think about, less to ponder, and less to stress about. A good decision versus a bad decision still meant waying out all the options and discussing pros and cons but back then it was as if some decisions were made based on opting for the lesser of two evils.
Today, decisions take time. There are too many options. Too many choices. Pros and cons are equally long in length. We waste time going through all the options and never actually get to the actual decision.
Ok you know whats really sad? By the time you finish your lists and ask everyone their opinion, research all the facts between A and B and conclude that A is virtually no different than B but you choose A only to come to find that the time for A has expired and you have no choice but to "settle" for B. Then we get all huffy and say life isnt fair and we're not making wrong choices but rather we dont have any options.
How many chances do we get? How many options do we really have? One can argue options are only a diversion to what is really infront of you. Options are distractions that we use purposely to not come to a decision in a timely manner. When we really truly want something we know what, how, when, where, and why already.
Allah (swt) already knows the choices we will make, but could it be that we ultimately know, too? Could it be that we are "sabotaging" ourselves with our options because we're not ready to settle for the truth yet?
The stylist had a huge rock on her finger that was waving infront of me like money to a homeless person while she was cutting the front part of my head. I asked her when she was getting married, how she met the guy etc etc. She told me that she'd known him for about 15 years and apparently just thought of him as a brother type, never quite forcing herself to see him as anything but. When she did, it was instantaneous chemistry. They're getting married in August in Israel.
Options. Distractions. Barriers to whats out there that disable us to see what's really infront of our face.
Have you ever asked a married couple how they met? 9 times out of 10 it was through someone else. Wrong place, right time. They were the wing man to their buddy who ended up dating the girl. Best friends. Next door neighbors. Kindergarten sweethearts until he got cooties. Whatever the scenario, there's always SOMETHING in the way.
My favorite story: meeting at a wedding. Guy and girl both scoping out the scene. Find nobody. Get married a year later and realize, "Hey! You were at that wedding, too??"
Options. Distractions. Barriers to whats out there that disable us to see what's really infront of our face.
He's too weird. She's got a beard. He's a fob. She's got a job. He's too tall. She's too small. He's Hyderabadi. She looks like his dadi.
Me: What is the alternative to having my hair angeled to the front?
Israeli stylist: Well, they would just be blunt. I think the angeled front adds something more to the cut, its more dramatic. Sometimes its better to have...
Me: drama? What part of my single life speaks "needs-more-drama" to you? I'd like to know because if so, that part and I need to have a longggg talk.
We laughed but she's right. Drama is like the spice of life, an additive feature, like sesame seeds you sprinkle on top of a boring salad to give it a little kick and make it more palatable. Eventually, you will realize its still just a salad and realize all the extras are not necessary.
When the fog clears so will your mind. Meanwhile, Im enjoying my new haircut thats angeled to the front. :D
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