A choice of two doors

I’m now living in an actual situation in which I have to decide between Door One and Door Two, and both options suck.

Door One used to be our main entrance into our apartment. We stopped using it at the start of the pandemic because it’s a shared door, and we figured we might as well limit exposure.

Hence, to go through Door One is to confront my obsessive-compulsive germ anxiety issues.

Door Two, once our private side entrance, has since become our main entrance. A harmless garter snake has taken up residence there. It enjoys lazing around on the stone path and never moving.

Hence, to go through Door Two is to confront my debilitating snake phobia.

Needless to say, leaving the apartment has become a lot of damn work.

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