Friday Afternoon Confession: A Planned Life
I confess to thriving on having plans. It’s very helpful in getting through a tough day when I know it ends with a guitar lesson. Similarly, a shitty week at work is much more bearable when I know braving it will be rewarded with a party or some similar bit of fun. Even if it’s a vacation that’s months away, I can cheer myself up by going to Kayak and looking at hotels or to the bookstore to comb through travel guides for possible things to do.
Speaking of having plans, I confess to a strange joy in being able to say I can’t do things because I have conflicting plans. Obviously, this is helpful when those things are activities I don’t really want to do. Strangely, whether I would enjoy the proposed activity or not doesn’t seem to matter too much. I just get a kick out of being able to say, “Oh, that night? We’re going to the Black Keys concert” or “We’re out of town that week; what about the next weekend?”. It probably has something to do with having too many planless weekends in high school and college. I think I also enjoy knowing that if I can’t do something with Friend A because I have plans with Friend B, I’m simply delaying plans with Friend A (i.e. there’s another weekend with plans!).
I confess that every time I go somewhere with my brother who needs a guide dog because he is legally blind, I end up wanting to throttle somebody for their comments. People will very openly, and obviously within earshot of my brother, discuss amongst themselves their understanding of how guide dogs or assistance dogs work. Or they’ll discuss their own experiences with guide dogs. Even comment on how it doesn’t seem as if my brother is blind. All with no intent of engaging my brother in any of this conversation. Aren’t people usually uncomfortable about discussing things even tangentially related to a physical limitation affecting somebody in earshot?
Finally, I confess to taking great joy, as a Tiger fan, in seeing that the White Sox team slogan for 2012 has gone from the hopeful “We’re All In” to the expectation lowering “Appreciate the Game”. Kind of like, “Never mind the score. Look around. Isn’t it great being at the ballgame?”
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