A Letter From The Friend Who's Always Late

A Letter From The Friend Who's Always Late

I'm sorry for taking "stop and smell the roses" a little too seriously.

Dear Friends,

I wanted to begin this letter by thanking you for all of your patience throughout the years. I'm not easy to handle, but you do well, and I'm extremely grateful that you didn't just leave me at the bar all of those times I said I was running to the bathroom quickly before we left, or the times I said I'd be there in 5 minutes and showed up literally an hour later.

Yes, I am well aware that you guys tell me our plans are starting an hour before they actually do, just so that I'm on time. You're extremely smart for doing this, and I'm not mad at you for lying to me. I'm actually proud to have friends that are so intelligent and forward thinking. I'd like to think I had a part in the development of these skills you now have.

When I am on time, you guys always reward me with a word of praise. It generally feels as if I have just won the World Series, received an Oscar, or been nominated for the Noble Peace Prize or something. It's a big deal, okay? And you always let me know how proud you are of me.

I'm the "dilly-dally"er. I get distracted easily. When we go shopping for a new pair of jeans, I always somehow end up in the dress section. When I'm doing my makeup before a night out, I spend more time talking, dancing, and singing (and really anything other than what I'm supposed to be doing), than I spend actually doing my makeup. It doesn't matter how many back up outfits I brought for that night, I will always change my mind ten minutes before we're about to leave.

We generally schedule at least 30 minutes into every activity we do for every hiccup that could (and probably will) go wrong. I might forget my ID, lose my keys, or leave my phone in the bathroom. I get talking with a stranger, holding everyone else up. I get distracted easily, and generally forget what I was supposed to be doing.

I'm notoriously the last one in the Uber. I either need one more drink, one more trip to the ladies room, or one more coat of lipstick. I know if we ever hung out with people who don't know me as well as you do, they would think I am so rude. Thankfully, you all know me well enough to know I'm just a hot mess who can't keep track of time.

It takes a lot of patience to deal with someone like me. Although I might take the phrase "stop and smell the roses" a little too seriously in life, I make planning difficult, and being on time impossible, thanks for loving me anyways.


The Friend Who's Always Late

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To The Friends I Won't Talk To After High School

I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.


So, for the last four years I’ve seen you almost everyday. I’ve learned about your annoying little brother, your dogs and your crazy weekend stories. I’ve seen you rock the awful freshman year fashion, date, attend homecoming, study for AP tests, and get accepted into college.

Thank you for asking me about my day, filling me in on your boy drama and giving me the World History homework. Thank you for complimenting my outfits, laughing at me presenting in class and listening to me complain about my parents. Thank you for sending me your Quizlets and being excited for my accomplishments- every single one of them. I appreciate it all because I know that soon I won’t really see you again. And that makes me sad. I’ll no longer see your face every Monday morning, wave hello to you in the hallways or eat lunch with you ever again. We won't live in the same city and sooner or later you might even forget my name.

We didn’t hang out after school but none the less you impacted me in a huge way. You supported my passions, stood up for me and made me laugh. You gave me advice on life the way you saw it and you didn’t have to but you did. I think maybe in just the smallest way, you influenced me. You made me believe that there’s lots of good people in this world that are nice just because they can be. You were real with me and that's all I can really ask for. We were never in the same friend group or got together on the weekends but you were still a good friend to me. You saw me grow up before your eyes and watched me walk into class late with Starbucks every day. I think people like you don’t get enough credit because I might not talk to you after high school but you are still so important to me. So thanks.

With that said, I truly hope that our paths cross one day in the future. You can tell me about how your brothers doing or how you regret the college you picked. Or maybe one day I’ll see you in the grocery store with a ring on your finger and I’ll be so happy you finally got what you deserved so many guys ago.

And if we ever do cross paths, I sincerely hope you became everything you wanted to be. I hope you traveled to Italy, got your dream job and found the love of your life. I hope you have beautiful children and a fluffy dog named Charlie. I hope you found success in love before wealth and I hope you depended on yourself for happiness before anything else. I hope you visited your mom in college and I hope you hugged your little sister every chance you got. She’s in high school now and you always tell her how that was the time of your life. I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.

And hey, maybe I’ll see you at the reunion and maybe just maybe you’ll remember my face. If so, I’d like to catch up, coffee?



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