I hate plans and try never to plan so much as to commit before the actual moment an event is about to take place. This probably explains why I'm single, working part-time, and don't have my own home. My inability to commit to the future is a hindrance, but it's also a desperate attempt at self-preservation aka keeping my options open. The irony of course, I'm rarely where I want to be, with whom I want to be, and any situation that gives me great joy.
So what did I do? I planned. And every reason I have for never planning was realized.
What do people do when they are faced with a crisis? Post about on social media of course. Knowing what I know, being who I am, and needing to fulfill my daily quota of sarcasm and irony, I included plan B in my post. A little personal pot shot at myself, being that my life is nothing but a series of plan Bs and every letter that follows.
As I always, I will pay homage to Gloria Gaynor.
So what did I do? I planned. And every reason I have for never planning was realized.
What do people do when they are faced with a crisis? Post about on social media of course. Knowing what I know, being who I am, and needing to fulfill my daily quota of sarcasm and irony, I included plan B in my post. A little personal pot shot at myself, being that my life is nothing but a series of plan Bs and every letter that follows.
As I always, I will pay homage to Gloria Gaynor.
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