Normally, the payback for snoozing my phone alarm in the morning is being five (or more) minutes late to whatever I was waking up to go to. But this Saturday, the consequence was that I snoozed my phone—then pushed it off my bed in my sleep and shattered the screen. By the end of the day, not a single pixel was left working. What was already an overbooked Saturday suddenly became a sequence of miserable hours reading through online phone reviews and agonizing over what to choose in the face of the innumerable and expensive options before me. By the time I finally decided what phone I would buy, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had almost certainly made the wrong choice. How could I feel anything else in the face of that many options?
I got my new phone two days later, and life went on. Or it did, until a friend shared a comic from my favorite site: