We all know that one person who is constantly scrambling and running around. She’s always in a rush. No one knows her deal. She's always late. Some would even go so far as to call her a “hot mess”.

The late friend-- we love to hate her.

You’re always running.

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Oh look! You leave your house with one minute to spare (you live seven minutes away) and are now forced to half-run to class. As you decide to pick up your pace on the street where you know nobody will see you power-walk. You see your friend Steph across the way. She flags you down and is trying to have a conversation with you. Steph doesn’t understand that you can’t talk?! At this point, you are running to class while painfully screaming out to her.

Ugh. Steph don’t you understand that I’m in a rush?

You sleep through every morning alarm.

There's something about you and not waking up. You have to set multiple alarms before every morning function in hopes that after the twenty-third alarm you would have realized that you need to wake up. Yeah, whatever, you snoozed majority of them. But that’s only because you don’t understand why you needed to wake up so early for work anyways. Your subconscious said, “you don’t need that much time to get ready….keep sleeping”. You wind up being thirteen minutes late to work.

Not my fault. Dude, blame my subconscious.

People started telling you their ETA hours before they actually were going to pick you up.

“I’ll be there at 4pm” in your mind simply translates to “shower at 3:50”. Yeah… as if that really will work out for you. You hear what your friends are telling you, but you just do not understand. You don’t get why can’t they wait a little? Why is everyone always rushing?

Sorry, thought I had more time.

Something always seems to go wrong.

Alright, you’re already late. Now, you are late AND your shoe is untied. Then you’re running to your car with your shoe untied, with four minutes to spare until you’re late for work, and suddenly your keys get stuck on your jacket. Now, you can’t get your keys off and you can’t start your car and de-fog your windows. Instead of being four minutes late, you’re eight minutes late. Why does everything bad happen to you? Ugh.

Your friends started physically having to come into your house to get you out of the house.

It used to be “come outside”. Now they do not even tell you when they are here—they walk into your house and force you to leave. You are last minute running around, trying to get ready in super speed since you realized that your friend is not playing around. One time she even left your house without you.

Why are you so mad?

And if you cannot seem to think of anyone that has these qualities, maybe that late friend is you.