Oh sure, I know change is coming, it’s in the song, it’s in my DNA! Meiosis is my new word of the month. I’m really okay with change.

It’s the ramifications that concern me. 

I’m good with adapting. Okay, mostly good, I do tend to flip back to ‘automatic’ responses. Like turning left on a corner, when I don’t need to anymore because I moved.

The biggest ramification for me is the decision making that some ‘changes’ force.

When I was growing up, for most of the time when you watched TV, you had three channels to switch between. Okay, maybe two more that didn’t really count.

You could even have a weekly booklet that told you the line-up for the week, with actual descriptions of the programs. Then change occurred, everyone was thrilled with more choices.

Four or five choices would have been great, but we got over 600 choices. Good luck trying to read a weekly booklet that was seven inches thick.

I know, it’s an isolated example that includes technology. What should I expect over time?

Okay, here is another one. I spent my youth being healed by Vick’s VapoRub, little blue jar of wonder. It was on my chest, rubbed into my abrasions, stuffed up my nose… I even had it shoved into my mouth, way back there next to my tonsils.

I rarely see it today, but there are nine different versions of NyQuil. I don’t know which one is right. Certainly there must be some that are wrong for me, or there wouldn’t be others on the shelf.

The ramification of change is the need to decide. I like Reuben sandwiches because there is only one decision necessary. By picking a Reuben, all other choices are already made. Run away if they ask what kind of ‘bread’.

By the increased level of the average blood pressure, I’m sure that forced decision making is high on the list for cause.

How many breakfast choices are necessary, or even healthy?