I don't usually prefer the conveyor belt in a sushi joint, but that night I - we - were so damn hungry we took the spot instead of waiting another long hour of queue.
Well the name of the place must've registered in your mind, by now.

Anyway.
There we were, grinning at the conveyor belt, chopsticks at hand, eyes hawking down closely - and before us, parade of sushi and its tomodachi tots, pre-rolled, nerved and possibly sweating under the orange heating lamp, waiting to get stoked.
My companion was upfront, "Damn I can't choose. This is why I avoid sushi bar!"
I was pretending not to notice the remark since my eyes required full attention from my brain. Have to agree though - choosing is never easy.
Especially when the choice are endless.
To make it more complicated, most of the choices are practically the same.

Yes, take the glittery enhancement out and the rolls are basically the same - fish tucked into sheets of rice, rolled and then cut.
And what makes one different from the others?
"Nothing. Really, even if you inspect them up close and personal, you can't tell."
There my companion stated, as a realist.
For some, it's quite hard to tell chuka idako from chuka chinmi - both chewy goodness in all sense.
Now how do you pick one from three identical plate of salmon sushi?
Same precise cut that prolly comes from the very same fish.

"You don't sweat it. You just take one on the left. Or all three. Your pick."
My simple, pragmatic friend just enlightened me, again, with his wisdom.
True that.
Why sweat taking one of three?
And if you're that greedy - I meant hungry - why even bother taking just one? Take all three, problem solved.
And there goes me being overanalytic - "Why the one on the left and not the others?"
He pursed his lips, then slurred over "I don't know. I always take the one on the left and none others."
So all the while my tummy filled with mountain of sushi, my mind went wrestling - is that how we make a choice? Out of habit?
What about the one on the right? Does it make them not right?
Or can it be, if we listen closely, they sing a different tune, with different rhyme?
And each screaming for us to pick one of them and not the others.
Plea even, if they have been on parade for quite some time.
The orange heating lamp could sometimes be painful, showing some streaks of time - and other worn down elements, mind you...

Out of the sushi joint, with tummy bloated and satisfied, the question lingered.
Replace the word sushi with love and the pangs that used to hit your tummy moved upper left, to the heart.
To avoid the ache, you might want to stay clear of conveyor belt in sushi joint.
But if you don't - well I suppose that won't pose any problem to you anyway - take all three and have yourself a party.