Plenty Of Swimming Sh*ts

A guy I work with who won’t eat fish.  He calls them “swimming shits”.

Asked to explain, he provides the theory that we humans go to the toilet and the water from said toilet containing all manner of what we put in it, one way or another, will reach the sea where fish live.  Therefore, fish will consume what we put in the toilet, we are what we eat, ergo, fish are swimming shits.

“And who wants to eat shit?”

With the question, he has a fair point; with the rest, it’s probably a bit to far of a reach.

It’s the story I always think about whenever I hear the phrase “plenty of fish in the sea”.  “Yes, but they’re all shit,” is my reply when there may very well be plenty of fish in the sea but when you only want one, it kind of sucks.

There was some research published earlier this year called The Effects of Choice Overload and Reversibility on Online Daters’ Satisfaction With Selected Partners.

The researchers noted that:

…online daters who chose from a large set of potential partners (i.e., 24) were less satisfied with their choice than those who selected from a small set (i.e., 6), and were more likely to change their selection. While choice reversibility did not affect daters’ satisfaction, those who selected from a large pool and had the ability to reverse their choice were the least satisfied with their selected partner after one week.

Anyone else thinking “beggars can’t be choosers”?! It’s an interesting thought though, that when you have plenty of choice it’s hard to get satisfaction from the one you make.  And on the other hand, little choice tends to mean that you’re pleased with what you can get – if it’s not a swimming shit.

Broken this fragile thing now
And I can’t, I can’t pick up the pieces
And I’ve thrown my words all around
But I can’t, I can’t give you a reason

I feel so broken up (so broken up)
And I give up (I give up)
I just want to tell you so you know

Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, there’s just no one that gets me like you do
You are my only, my only one

Made my mistakes, let you down
And I can’t, I can’t hold on for too long
Ran my whole life in the ground
And I can’t, I can’t get up when you’re gone

And something’s breaking up (breaking up)
I feel like giving up (like giving up)
I won’t walk out until you know

Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, there’s just no one who gets me like you do
You are my only, my only one

Here I go so dishonestly
Leave a note for you my only one
And I know you can see right through me
So let me go and you will find someone

Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, there’s just no one, no one like you
You are my only, my only one
My only one
My only one
My only one
You are my only, my only one

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