I've been sitting here, caught in an existential spiral over fruit selection of all things. What began as a seemingly straightforward thought experiment has unfolded into a meditation on choice, limitation, and the peculiar way we attach meaning to even our most mundane decisions.

What fascinates me most is not the choice itself, but how this simple prompt reveals our deep-seated resistance to permanent decisions, our instinctive recoil from the finality of "forever." Perhaps there's wisdom in acknowledging that some questions aren't meant to be answered, but rather to illuminate the complexity of our relationship with choice and commitment.

In the end, I find myself smiling at how seriously I've taken this playful inquiry. Sometimes, the most honest response is simply to acknowledge when we're beautifully, hopelessly stuck in the delicious uncertainty of an impossible choice.

Can you answer this question? 🤔