When I first got an MP3 player I began to ruin music.
Hundreds, then thousands of songs, all instantly skippable. So much choice. Too much choice.
I’d mostly play it on random. Whenever a song came on I’d listen for a minute or so, then think this song is good, but I bet the next one is better. So I’d skip. Then the same thing would happen again, and again and again. No track was good enough, there was always a fictional perfect song waiting, just one skip away.
I’m mostly over that problem now, at least with music, but a similar one exists elsewhere. It’s hard to choose a film from the pile of unwatched ones. This might be good, but this one might be better. And this might be better than them all.
TV shows too. I might enjoy an episode of Boardwalk Empire, but more than Deadwood or Rome?
At home, a pile of unread books presents the same choice. But that one I can escape. In front of my bookcase, indecision reigns. But once a book is selected, it goes in a bag, or to my desk at work. The decision has been made. Reading is a Hobson’s choice: read this book, or no books at all. I can focus on one because there are no others.
And that’s why I’m not buying a Kindle.