Is there really a time and place for everything? For doing what we want to do, going where we want to go, saying what we want to say? And which is the most fragile of all: the words, the action, or the place? Lately it seems as though saying what we want to say relies the most heavily on this adage, because saying it not only directly affects us, but the people we say it to, and the fifty-percent chance of saying it at the wrong time and/or in the wrong place could change everything, and not necessarily for the better.
So if we have decided when the right time and place would be to say something, but something happens along the way and throws everything into a different light, what do we do? Do we hold our tongues and cling to our resolution to follow through with our initial plans, or seize an opportunity, however wrong it may seem, to get it out of our system? Following Plan A might just turn out the way we had intended it to, but we don’t know when, or even if, we would be able to carry it out; Plan B might help us get it over with sooner, but it could reflect — and possibly badly — upon the event(s) that led to having a Plan B in the first place. And then there’s the even more daunting problem of what the outcome of either plan could be, as there’s that fifty-percent chance of having it blow up in our faces. So then one might see fit to argue that if we know there’s a possibility of slinking into bed in mortification anyway, regardless of which plan we follow, why not just throw caution to the wind and say it?
Is there a Plan C?