Well obviously I am a day late for this but I am still going to participate. I hate being late.
I had a plan to write about the sudden burst of warm weather and all that comes with it (pool time, tans, happy playing children) but now my mind is suddenly flooded with all of these late quotes:
- It’s better to be late then to arrive ugly
- Better late than never
- Day late, dollar short
- It is never too late to be what you might have been
- The time for action is now. It’s never too late to do something
- Life’s Tragedy is that we get old to soon and wise too late -Benjamin Franklin
- How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon? – Dr.Seuss
In reality I HATE being late. I am the person who is 30 minutes early sitting in my car waiting for an event to start because I stress myself out about being late. I can’t be late. I would rater skip an event or dinner if I am going to be late then walk in after everyone else has assembled. The stress and pressure that I put on myself to be on time borders on insanity.
I have always been this way. I don’t know when or why it started. Maybe because I grew up in a military family with a father that was in the Army, so he was required to be on time all of the time. Maybe it is my personality (if you know me you know this is the major reason). Maybe it is because I am a rule follower and so when someone says, “You need to be here at 8.” I am always going to listen and get there by 8.
I guess it doesn’t really matter why I need to be on time (early), I just do. And heaven help you if I am waiting on you. If you are late I will always be polite but just know that inside I am probably freaking out, and calling you all kinds of really not nice things. Sorry!
This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…
- Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
- Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. This is writing in the raw.
- Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
- Link back to this post (feel free to use the SOC Sunday graphic).
- Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.
Fadra
June 3, 2015 15:14I am perpetually late. So now I know how you really feel about me. Just like it is ingrained in you to be early, I’m always factoring my time so that I have the least amount of waiting. And then I end up being late. Oh well. Better late than never!! (Seriously – that’s my motto.)
kframpt
June 4, 2015 19:05Fadra! You know that I love you the same if you are on time or late. I feel like events always start late anyway. I am TRYING to be more like you. I want to get more out of my time and figure out the latest time possible to leave to get somewhere on time but I have not figured it out yet!
Gina
June 1, 2015 14:31I am chronically early like you! I wasn’t always this way, but once I began working after college and the stress of cutting it close became too much, I changed my behavior. It is way you will never find me without a book!
Julie Jordan Scott (@juliejordanscot)
June 1, 2015 13:53I also hate walking in late. Practically pathological about it. Don’t like it AT ALL!
I can do it now, occasionally, but I do beat myself up for being late. Odd because most people just don’t seem to care!
kframpt
June 2, 2015 12:17I know! Most people don’t care but I make myself crazy when I am late. I need to relax!