You’re approaching a door.
Not one of those modern supermarket doors with motion sensors that open automatically, but one of those plain old doors with an old-fashioned brass knob you actually have to turn.
Cradled in your right arm, you are carrying a large bag full of groceries.
In your left hand, you are carrying a Slurpee (or a Slushee, or whatever they call them). By whatever name, it is a large styrofoam cup (bad for the environment), with a thin plastic lid (bad for the environment) and a plastic straw (the type that kills innocent birds), the liquid contents of which you have already mostly consumed (to the detriment of your gut health). But the styrofoam cup is still full of ice and a couple ounces of a chemical-laden soft drink which, if consumed, will only further poison you.
But enough of that. The immediate problem facing you is how to open the door.
To open the door with your right hand you’d have to put the bag of groceries down. At your age, given the condition of your back, this isn’t as easy as it once was. You might strain your back, or even fall and break your hip. And if you put the bag down, it might fall over, spilling out all that marvelous junk food you were so looking forward to. Is the dog around? How much of it will he get, before you can stop him?
To open the door with your left hand, you’d either have to put the soft drink on the ground – risking problems similar to those just described, though not exactly the same – or trying to turn the knob with the drink still in hand, hoping to turn the knob without spilling the drink. But of course, if you spill the drink, there’s a floor to clean…
Which hand do you use to open the door?
Stop. Really. Stop and reflect on it. Which hand would you use?
Some people would say the correct answer is the right hand. Others would say the left.
But these people have been raised in a different world than mine – one in which there are only two answers, right or left.
And whether they’ve chosen the right or the left, they feel quite sure that they have made the only sensible choice.
In my world, there are many, many options available. And even if it were a simple choice between right and left (which it hardly ever is), there are so many unknowns, ramifications, risks, possibilities and preferences to consider, that it’s really all very subjective. I mean, maybe it would be better for the dog to eat the Twinkies, rather than you…
How is it even possible to think one choice “right,” and the other “wrong”?
How is it possible to think someone who chooses differently than you is either stupid or evil?
Ya got me. Maybe, as kids, we all just drank too much Kool-Aid.