I have this sardonic fantasy about two codependents going on their first date. Somehow they have agreed that they want to go to a movie, but how will they ever choose which one? “What do you want to see?” “Oh, I’m easy what do you want to see?” “It really doesn’t matter to me, I like everything.” ‘Me too why don’t you choose?” “Oh I think it would be much better if you pick.” “Oh I couldn’t, I never pick the right one.” “Me too, but I’m sure my pick would definitely be the worst.” And so it goes, ad infinitum, until it is too late to see any show, and relieved at not having to put themselves
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