tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post115653872183277269..comments2024-03-18T20:41:39.140-07:00Comments on C. E. Chaffin's Blog: Internet Shopping and Decision FatigueC. E. Chaffinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02639448512282317750noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post-1156593570967033122006-08-26T04:59:00.000-07:002006-08-26T04:59:00.000-07:00I am the opposite about TV. I hate it. I refuse to...I am the opposite about TV. I hate it. I refuse to commit to more than a 30-minute sitcom because I always feel like I should be doing other things. When I lived alone, I didn't have one, but that was short-lived.<BR/><BR/>There are so many things on TV (we have satellite) that disturb me, and as melodramatic as this seems, I feel violated when, even if my husband is just flipping through the channels, I am forced to see a fawn ripped to pieces by a lion, or a drunk puking his guts up, or some random bad guy get blown away by gunfire. And all those home-video shows showing people in distress - I hate those so much. <BR/><BR/>So yeah. I'm a freak about the television.mareymercyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03407666873261385487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post-1156557500644609452006-08-25T18:58:00.000-07:002006-08-25T18:58:00.000-07:00Indecisiveness can be a symptom of depression, as ...Indecisiveness can be a symptom of depression, as if you didn't know. When truly depressed I'd rather be dressed like a girl than half to dress myself. It's so much work.<BR/><BR/>As for the bed, I was converted to latex foam years ago so I knew what I wanted and what size; then it became a question of affordability.<BR/><BR/>Our last beautiful latex foam mattress was torn up by dogs while my maid held our dog for ransom in Mexico.C. E. Chaffinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02639448512282317750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post-1156543843253561262006-08-25T15:10:00.000-07:002006-08-25T15:10:00.000-07:00Ah, that's my problem. It's all in the adverb. I'...Ah, that's my problem. It's all in the adverb. I've failed, yes. But not gloriously. (smile)<BR/><BR/>I was born indecisive so I hear you on decision fatigue. Every little decision wears me out if I pause and really think it out. I'm agonizing, really agonizing over a rather large decision right now--and today's mail may have made the decision for me. <BR/><BR/>As for television, it alters the brain waves? Really? I'd heard of music soothing the savage beast and I'd heard about Mary Hart's voice inducing seizures in folks with epilepsy, but this bit about more peaceful brain waves is a new one on me. My friends and family think it strange, but I find it incredibly soothing to be in a room with a tv that's on mute. The tv behind me is on mute right now. I'm not sure why this is. Surely, it's because I love silence and can't stand the blather that comes out of that box but beyond that, I think it's the flicker that the light and images cast on the walls. It's almost like having a fire in the hearth.<BR/><BR/>My tv was muted on 9/11. I was on my way out the door to French class, went to hit the remote to turn the tv off and noticed that it seemed a rather large building was on fire. I never did get out the door that day. Class was canceled.<BR/><BR/>Gloriously. I must achieve that kind of failure. Then maybe, all of this nothing might mean something, eh? (smile)<BR/><BR/>(Did you really order a bed over the internet? Beds are like clothes and shoes in my estimation; they must be tried on first. Aren't you particular about the softness or firmness of your mattress? I bought the cheapest matttress imaginable because I couldn't afford an expensive one, but man, I made sure I laid downr on it first. It was a very baby bear moment--it felt juuuuuuuuuusssssssssst right.)(grin)LKDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02171027823523187126noreply@blogger.com