“Did I want meat or fish for dinner? I couldn't decide. Hair up or down? Either. Would I prefer to walk or bike? Neither. I wanted to sleep. It felt as if in making any inconsequential decision, I might choose wrongly and forever close a door; there would go my other life.” ChoicesDepressingSliding Doors Book:Wild Game: My Mother, Her Lover, and Me Source: Wild Game: My Mother, Her Lover, and Me