Last week, when I was out with Binda, I ordered a square pizza. It was quite by accident. We’d swept into one of those dollar pizza places on the Upper West Side.  When I see too a variety of anything, I get decision paralysis. So I just the chose pizza that looked different. The square on.

No, this isn’t a call to “Do Something Different.” Fuck that.

But it just made things easier, choosing the thing that looked different…and yet recognizable. And then I remembered the pizza we ate in grade school. It was always square and yucky. And then I thought of all the mostly yucky food I ate in school. And then how I was admonished for using the word yucky instead of politely saying “I don’t care for (fill in the food item).”

Man, all this from a pizza square on the Upper West Side. This is your fault, Binda. You bring out the kid in me. I don’t care for that. Just kidding. I enjoyed my current square of pizza. I will choose it more often. Not to be different. But just to be easy.