I live in a small town in Vermont, my girlfriend grew up here but moved away to New York City and has recently returned. She hates Christmas and I love it. Ive been trying to get her into the Christmas spirit. We were picking a Christmas tree when i realized we’re literally following the plot of these stupid movies and i now i keep mentioning how i need her big city business skills to help save my Christmas themed bakery
Similar to the “open door” idea in stoicism. I.e. you always have a choice, your choices might just be terrible. (The open door in the original story is a metaphor for suicide, because even that is always n option, its just almost always a worse option than whatever else)