It seems like every single day the SigO and I spend as much as half an hour cumulative time, sometimes broken up into five-minute segments scattered across an hour or two, debating what to have for dinner. This has become a major, ongoing problem for us. I guess we’re both just bad at figuring out what to have. I don’t think either of us had this much trouble deciding what we wanted before we met, but now, it’s a Thing. It’s a Thing that comes up pretty much every single day.
We can’t be the only people in the world with this problem — can we? Is it normal for the two of us to sit around musing about what to eat, with great difficulty coming up with more than one or two ideas — usually, ideas that appeal to neither of us? Does that ever happen to you, and does it happen often?
Is there a trick to this? Is the lack of inspiration for food choices indicative of clinical depression, even when we seem perfectly happy otherwise? I suppose we could medicate it with Ritalin, but there’s too much of that going on already.
I don’t know what it is. I just know that, once in a while, I find myself wishing I knew what I wanted for dinner — where “a while” is roughly equivalent to either twenty-four or forty-eight hours.
What am I going to have for dinner tonight?