Earlier today, I'd been asked about something I haven't been asked in a long while. And I am not writing about it now because I finally have a different answer, how I wish, but no. I figured they stopped asking because the answer's darn well obvious it's probably written in big bold neon letters on my forehead, if not all over my face, even without my trying.
Because how do you answer a question when you don't have an answer? It's as simple as that sometimes. I don't have an answer. I don't even have an excuse, let alone an alibi. I simply don't want to be asked because I could never come up with an answer.
I wish I can say I've been there and have done all that before, but I haven't. I wish I can say I've tried and it just doesn't work for me, but I didn't. I wish I can say I've had enough but I barely had anything at all. I wish I can say something, or anything at all, when asked, "What are your plans for tonight? It's a Friday."
If I'm being honest though, I would very much rather be watching a live basketball game, which is an option but not really a possibility. Oh well. Here goes the first episode of How To Spend A Non-Friday, I guess.