by Annette Dashofy
The population of the world can be divided into two camps. A.)The people who always arrive early and B.)The people who always arrive late.
Is there any wonder why the crime rate is so high? Why wars rage? Why the financial institutions are crumbling? It’s because the person who was early had to wait for the person who was late and went totally postal.
Okay, so maybe some people are always on time, but that is such a small window, I’m willing to bet even those punctual humans lean more to one side or the other.
As for me, I am one of the anal early arrivers. It’s an inherited trait I got from my dad. I certainly didn’t get it from my mom. She’s more of a punctual-leaning-toward-late person. Drove my dad crazy for over sixty years.
Before the late arrivers get in an uproar, let me say, you’ll get your chance to defend yourself in the comment section.
I’m not sure what I did in a previous life, but I seem to be karmically doomed to be surrounded by those who hold no strong attachment to a clock. I arrive someplace ten minutes early. The person (or people) I’m meeting arrives fifteen minutes late. Whenever possible, I arrange these meetings in bookstores so I can at least browse while waiting. Plus, I carry a book in my purse.
So why am I always early? My excuse is that I live so far out in the countryside and it takes me so long to get to places, if I were to encounter traffic or have a flat tire, I’d be late. I’d rather arrive a little early and wait than drive like I was at the Indy 500 in a panicked effort to get there in time.
The idea of being late gives me hives and heart palpitations. Why? Because I don’t want to make someone ELSE wait for me. If they’re fifteen minutes early and I’m ten minutes early, fine. If they’re on time and I’m five minutes late, I feel like I’ve disrespected them.
I guess that’s what irks me about my late friends. (And they are friends and will remain friends. I haven’t stopped liking someone just because they make me wait.) I feel like THEY feel their time is more valuable than mine. I imagine they think I won’t mind sitting on my hands while they finish a few more chores or run an extra errand.
You may say that this is really my problem and my perception of the situation, not theirs. And you’d be right. I’m trying hard to chill out. And I don’t mind if someone is late once in a while. It happens. Even to the early birds like me.
I’m attempting to just accept things the way they are. I know you’re not going to arrive for our 10:30AM meeting until 11AM, so I’m permitting myself to run late, too. Just do NOT get pissed off if you get there first. Welcome to my world!
Okay, here’s your chance. Are you an early bird like me? Or are you one of those who get there when you get there? Do your friends who are always early drive you as nuts as my friends who are always late drive me?
And to our psychoanalytical readers, WHY are some people hardwired to run late and others to run early? Really. I want to know!