Choices?!?

There is this queer issue that crops up now and then.

My shoe size is 9, but quite often a shoe of size 8 fits my foot perfectly and then there are times when size 9 seems a tad small for my feet.
The entire universe seems to conspire against this poor soul, out to select the shoes that fit him the best.
Some people crave for choices all their life and I ... I am reversed. I hate choices.

I'd rather relish a particular flavour of ice-cream rather than look at choices and desire the flavour that my brother has chosen.

People often confuse choices with an aversion to change. (Oops, I am the one confused on the contrary.)

Change is quite distinct from selecting among choices. I believe that change doesn't give you options. Opposing change is opposing the inevitable and those who are averse to change, merely make a mockery of their vocabulary.
Change is never an option and rather a given.

So going back to my aversion of choices, it stems from the fact that by some rule of nature, I shall get precisely that, which I don't want. Poor me!! :(

Choices are for those who aren't either confused or reversed or both. Well … certainly not for me.

I am unable to figure out, if I should stick to the shoe size for my subsequent shoe or the fitting. It may seem obvious right now, but when the choice stares you right in the face, somehow the obvious turns oblivious.