I have a plan. (Part 2)

So now what was the plan? I always had a plan.

Suffice it to say at one point I stopped planning and started pitying. Everything went south. Well, the lady actually went north east and married a “friend” I introduced her to. It’s never that black and white and trust that it took a momentous and monumental amount of series of events to get to that conclusion. When I am trying to write a book and not a blog post, I’ll get into that in more detail. But that’s actually a jump forward. Let’s try to stick to the plan.

What was the plan? I always had a plan.

Pitying didn’t help, so I did one better. I started running. I had some friends in Chicago so I ran there. I had some musical counterparts and my close to blood brothers in Minneapolis so I ran out there too. My boy Brady is my road dog and he lives in Ohio so I ran out there. Indianapolis, I ran out there. I even ran in my own city! That would have been a phenomenal plan if I could out run the reality of me not knowing what the plan was, even how to plan. Sure, I had music. And when I wrote, talked about, collaborated on or did music, everything seemed to go away. Then here came the beginning of the period in my life when I learned why clichés were what they were. Ever heard the one nothing is what it seems? There’s nothing like getting to that stage in your life when you start to live out clichés. Everything always came back.

So was this the plan? I always had a plan.

Then a very realistic thing started to happen. All my friends started to execute their own plans, and slowly but surely, those plans started to exclude me more and more. And the why to this was simple.

We always had plans.

All my friends had their own plans. Before I met them, during the time I knew and interacted with them, up until the time we all had lives to lead so our interaction would be limited to checking in on or visiting each other, everyone had their own plan. These plans just happened to converge, and even for a moment merge. As to why it surprised me that they would eventually diverge was literally beyond me. Friends had music plans, which was great because I had many music plans. But they also had other plans. They had women plans, they had girlfriend plans, job plans, rent paying plans, tour booking plans, dating plans, courtship plans, relationship plans, possible marriage plans, many consummation plans, future children plans, fantastic ridiculous plans and many, many, many plans that, just like mine, did not go according to plan.

But they always had plans. I always had plans. We always had plans.

And just because they were universally called plans and thus were labelled by the same word and even had many similar characteristics did not at all ever mean that they would be the same plans.

Things did not go as I’d planned. I always had a plan.