I bumped up against my own inanity yesterday while shopping for a new car. It's not a good feeling at all, that peering into my own BS, but I am supposing that in the end, it's good for me. I dangled for a few hours in a dilemma of my own making, unhappy about the two options I could see (though naturally Joe could see many more than I). And fretted.
And realized how susceptible I am to Stockholm Syndrome.