Pick a Car, Any Car

           I was sitting in traffic the other day, and thought about how each driver had chosen whatever they’re driving, probably came proudly home with it, maybe even called their friends to say they just bought a Nissan/Mustang/Range Rover/Audi/Chevy--  whatever.

          They liked the color, the seats, the options. And now here we are, expressing our preferences in a giant sea of choice.  It’s the same with shoes, haircuts, and food we order off a menu. I’ve always liked this freedom to choose and would dread living in a world where we were told THIS is your car

          And THESE are your shoes

          And THIS is what you have to eat.

          I know there are people in other countries without such freedoms, and I wish I could bring them here, take them to the salad dressing aisle at the grocery store, and say, “Pick whichever one you want.” Then do it with shoes, cars, and haircuts.

          Just saying. Freedom is pretty cool.

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