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- Being “Plan B”
Speaking of the Braves losing the season opener, it’s been a while since I’ve had a real rant on here. Actually it’s been a while since I’ve had anything on here. I’m working on that. So, I’m wondering if there is anyone else out there who knows what it feels like to be “Plan B,” or “C,” etc. Let me explain what I mean.
Let us say that I have a friend, and we both have the same night off from work, and I would really like to see this person. So, as is normal, let us say I call/text/email the person asking “What are you up to later tonight?” For this example, let us say the answer I get is “I dunno, I really don’t have anything planned.” So, of course, I would ask the person (in this case female) if she would like to do something, anything. Here is where it gets sucky. The response that really makes no sense to me goes like this: “Well, let me see what is going on first.”
Didn’t she just say she had no plans? So then why can’t MY plans be “what is going on first?” It’s like she is holding out for a better offer or something. Wow, am I that bad? So, I have now become “Plan B.” So does anyone know what I mean now?
It’s like being someone’s last resort. Whoever it is might as well say “Well, if I have absolutely nothing to do, I guess I’ll settle on hanging out with you.” There’s nothing like being someone’s final, desperate option. I’d rather be lied to than given the run-around.
Well, that’s it. Short and sweet, just like Captain’s rooster.
Thank you. Good night, and good evening.






