Can I have Sprinkels with that?

Screw the god damn box. Even if --in my hypothetical world which is much cooler then this one-- it began to hail and snow, while twisters were tearing apart the land, I would not go into the stupid box. Even it was made out of metal, and was filled with muffins, pandas, and the Kaulitz Twin's clones. (I don't think they would go into the box?)

This whole weekend --or rather since I got out of school Friday -- I have been giving people other options to a situation, and they look at me like I'm on crack, before muttering out something along the lines of "that's interesting" and then completely ignoring me for the rest of the conversation. Finally, my sister and brother-in-law were talking, and I gave some third choice to my brother, and he just stared at me. After an awkward (only for me, because they were staring) moment he told me (or something along these lines) "Way to think out side of the box". That one little statement lead to a half hour discussion about me being a "free thinker". I personally like my sister's short little statement: "When the hell has she ever been in the damn box?". (And in case you are wondering, they took my suggestion, which ended up in me babysitting.)

They had a point, I guess. I don't see myself as a "free thinker", but apparently everyone else does. I guess it is because people pick two choices (most of the time the glaringly obvious ones) and force themselves to pick between the two. I do not understand why people do this to themselves. I would at least like to know all of my options (unless there is one that just works perfectly for me). I'm not saying I know all of my options. In fact, I'm pretty sure I miss a lot of them most of the time, but at least I am willing to accept that there are other choices.