There are two kinds of people in this world. The ones who show up 15 minutes early to things and then the ones who are running out the door, driving 80 miles per hour just to roll up to the event 20 minutes late. The important thing to do is accept which one you are. I am the type of person with no concept of time, and I am not ashamed of it. I would rather be late to an event than arrive 30 minutes early. Where's the fun in being the first ones to arrive?
The odd thing about us people with no concept of time is that we can sometimes make it to certain events on time. For example, we usually arrive punctually to things like class, work and any other important functions. We are very selective about what we are late for. Our tardiness depends entirely upon the event taking place.
If it is something simple such as meeting a friend or going out to eat, we are perfectly fine with arriving late. We make sure that the people we are going to be with are ones that will accept and understand our lateness. If we are meeting someone we are not as comfortable with, we will try a little harder to be on time. To our close friends, know that we only truly love you if we can show up an hour past the time we said we were going to arrive.
We like to exaggerate the truth when time is involved. If someone is asking where we are, we say we'll be there in two minutes, but the odds are we probably haven't even left our house yet. Time is something of little significance to us. We tell ourselves we have more than enough time to get ready and then all of a sudden it is way past when you should've left. In an attempt to solve this problem we tell ourselves that we will plan to leave at a certain time, but knowing that will never really happen, the time that we originally told ourselves is actually 15 minutes earlier than when we definitely need to leave. This still doesn't work, and soon enough we are once again running out the door.
The sad part about us certain individuals is that we do not have any acceptable reasons to be late. We put off getting ready and leaving until the last possible second. It's just how we have always been, and it's something that will not change. There's no specific reason for doing this. We always convince ourselves that this is because we we're doing something important, when in reality we were probably just binge-watching our current favorite Netflix show and couldn't tear our eyes away from the screen. We hate being rushed, but we are the ones that usually cause the rushing. We have no one else to blame but ourselves.
We feel bad about being late, but it is just who we are as a person. We do not necessarily try to be late to things, but we are just so good at it. The people who truly love us are the ones that will still accept this. They will get annoyed with our continuous tardiness, but they expect that from us. If anything, it makes life a little more interesting, right? There is a tiny thrill about trying to make it to an event on time. After all, in "Princess Diaries 2," as Julie Andrews appropriately put it, "A queen is never late. Everyone else is simply early."
