If any of you have read my blogs, you have likely surmised that I am not 6 years old. Yet, I seemed to have found a new level of lock-down loopy. I needed some band-aids, but was unable to go to the larger pharmacy which has my favorites in boxes of 100. There is a small pharmacy across the street from where I live. I went there to get a small amount to hold me over. You’d think that would be a quick, straightforward event. Nope. Here’s where my pandemic psyche and the paradox of choice took over.
If you are unfamiliar with the ’paradox of choice,’ it is written about in a book of the same title by psychologist Barry Schwartz. Schwartz explains how too many choices leads to more anxiety and disappointment. My band-aid mission followed suit.
I thought my want was simple. I was looking for a small quantity of all one size, ¾ inch band-aids. When I got to the band-aid section there was an explosion of sizes, shapes, quantities, various material options- long ones, short ones, round ones, wide ones skinny ones, fibre ones, plastic ones, boxes of 50 or 30 or 80. With all of that there were no boxes of ¾ inch, all one size band-aids. Too many choices. Too many choices of not what I wanted. I suddenly felt like that old song that goes – bewitched, bothered and bewildered.
Being suddenly paralyzed and irritated over choosing band-aids is symptomatic of an extended lock-down with very reduced social interaction. Well, I couldn’t continue to stand immobilized with a blank expression on my face. I simply had to make a selection and get the heck out of there.
Just as I was about to settle on a small box of 2 sizes, one of which was the right width, something magical happened. This smallish box appeared. It contained 30 band-aids, all one size, ¾ of an inch. I grabbed it. Upon closer examination, I began to smile. This was no ordinary box of band-aids. No ma’am. No sir.
These little gems came in a variety of colors. There were yellow ones, green ones, blue ones, light blue ones, red ones. Maybe they were intended for kids, but they were just what I needed to tickle my whimsy bone and imagination. I could color coordinate with my clothing or color clash if I fancied.
This pandemic and lock-down may have caused me to reach a new level of crazy, but we just have to find some fun and humor whenever, where-ever possible. Today I am sporting a sunshiny yellow one.
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