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Although none of the folks I know who are chronically late believe this, it is the absolute truth. They manage to make it work on time.
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They don’t believe it because they are not making a conscious choice to fuck with you. Seriously. Most people who are chronically late have every intention of making it ontime, they’re usually just disorganized/distractable/klutzy/unlucky.
I am often not on time. I want to be on time, but I honestly don’t understand how people get out of their house so smoothly. The only way I can function is to be early. My work starts at 9AM. I have earnestly, honestly reset that time for 8:45. I aim to be in the office at 8:45. I miss that at least once a week. Usually twice. The only person I’m screwing here is myself, yet I can’t seem to friggin’ stop. Because the cat gets out. Because my car keys fall behind my dresser. Because I spilled coffee (or toothpaste) on my shirt. Not to mention traffic. I don’t get how people consistantly arrive in the office at the same time every day. I live a mile and a half from my office and my arrival time varies from 8:35 to 9:00 on any given day, based on how my morning went.
I do okay as long as I can pad with extra time. I avoid doing things on any sort of time contraint (such as meeting people for lunch) because I always screw it up. I hate being asked to meet people for dinner (or worse, a movie!) right after work, because I can never get out of here on time.
(My best friend got married last weekend. I gave myself 1/2 hour to get 5 miles, was early for the hair appointment. . . and then the hairdresser took so long with the bride, that by the time I got to go (last) she was running behind, and I ended up 15 minutes late for getting ready at the venue. I can’t friggin win, and I know someone there was thinking, “Oh, she’s so selfish and thoughtless”)
I’m acutally pretty lucky, my close friends are pretty cool. They know I need extra time. They know sometimes I miss the mark and am late. I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone end a friendship becuase of my timing issues. I can’t have every social event be started by the same amount of stress and worry than ensues every work day morning. It’s not worth it. I’d rather just not go out. And they they’d never see me. So we compromise. It’s a flaw I try hard to work around, and a flaw my friends somehow manage to tolerate and still love me. It’s not like I murder puppies or something.
In the OPs case, if I could not allow time to be early (such as because of my job), I simply would never eat lunch with her on a workday. That’s not a knock on her. It’s just the only socially acceptable option. I can’t be timely. All the self-righteous insulting in the world isn’t going to make me timely. (Believe me, my mother tried)