Plan B

There is a trend, I've heard, of creating alternative plans with someone you trust. The idea is that if everything fails for you and for them, you at least have each other. Although sweetly intentioned, it seems similar to the class morons cheating off one another, or the promises of a dead beat father. Though the intentions may be pure, it's set up to fail.

The notions behind plan B are simple: You both like each other, but not enough to make them Plan A. It seems to me if you're in a situation to Plan B it, you might as well admit to the possibility of Plan A'ing it.

I think they made this sad little concept into a movie with Julie Roberts. It sucked, but then again she has made little that hasn't.

I mention all this because the other day I drunkenly made a Plan B of my own. Upon making it, I realized I had several Plan B's going on, though some not as clearly pronounced as to be made into a verbal commitment like others. To discover I had so many back up plans while no fully realized plan existed was a slight shock (kick) to the system (junk).

Picture the grasshopper and the ant. In this scenario, I am an eight year old boy. While the grasshopper does nothing and the ant sacrifices, I am walking around the park with an ice cream cone on my shorts. I will not have learned a moral come winter, for I am not a member of the insect kingdom. I am an eight year old boy who cannot see beyond the next gift-giving holiday.

And since I cannot learn anything, I will make no resolution to go out and find a Plan A or try and follow the romantic comedy route to turn a Plan B into an A with my charm, wit, and unorthodox approach to love. No. I cannot do those things. I will instead continue to be me, continue to rock harder then the 80's and late 70's rolled into one, and continue to nod my head in agreeance with whatever widsom is spouted from the great spheres of the ages. I just have to admit, though the term 'Plan B' is reassuring, there are no plans in life. There's just what happens and the shit you wanted to have happen.

If we're going by what I wanted to have happen, I would have hoped those mutant powers would have kicked in by about now.

If we're going by what actually happens, then I'm clueless, and to me this is all just starting.

Reminders for the class: Though I act like I have a lesson plan for each day, I'm more or less just winging it. So are you. I'll admit my actual concerns lay far beyond these walls, at a point where the classroom is only a flash in the rearview. You might better yourself by admitting the same.