I have no hurry in my personality, and am so thoroughly unstressed by my schedule that I walk to work, with a book in my hand, reading. I stop for lunch on the way. I get to work on time, except maybe twice a year. On those occasions, even if it is only one or two minutes late, I have called and told them that I am likely to be late. Work is just about the only thing I do that has to be done on time. Well, almost the only thing. I like to watch the sun rise or set from some very pretty places, once and a while. But time, and tide wait for no man. Neither do I.
When I am invited to someone’s social gathering I ask when I should arrive. I point out to them that I will actually arrive at that time, not some other time, in case they expect me to be late. I get there when I said I would. If they said “eightish” then I get there between eight and eight twenty. If they said Eight, I get there at Eight, within a minute or two. I don’t hurry. I never hurry. I am simply not so stupid as not to know how to read a clock. Since I have driven a mile before, I know about how long it takes to drive a mile. Or ten, or a hundred. It’s not hard. I can set an alarm clock. I can wake up, and get up when my alarm goes off. If I needed some other system, I could arrange that, before the fact. I don’t hurry because I am late; I am not late, because I don’t have any difficulty telling time.
If you know you are always late, be assured it is not because you are unstressed in your lifestyle, it is because you are rude, selfish, and unable to see others as people. But, I never try to change the way people choose to deal with this. I deal with it by not waiting. If I said the movie starts at seven thirty, so we need to leave by five after, be assured that I am leaving by five after. I will not wait. I might choose not to go to the movie, or I might go without you. But I will not spend my time waiting for you, if you are habitually late. If I know you well, I will have already told you about this. We will have to understand that I value my time, even if you don’t. It has nothing to do with hurrying.
Now, even I am late twice a year, or so, and I am the least busy person I know. I don’t fret, fume, or vent angrily when my friends are late. I simply assume that they were unavoidably detained by circumstance that prevented letting me know about it earlier. No problem, I probably won’t even notice, really. But the same behavior that needs no excuse twice a year is inexcusable twice a week. You aren’t late, you’re holding court, so you wanted to make an entrance. When you get there, I will probably have left, or have started without you.
The smug assumption that punctual people must be slaves to routine, hurrying through life in some frenzy of “type A” mania is just another way to depersonalize the people you rudely disregard by assuming that the world should wait on you. Perhaps the world will, but I won’t. You are the one who is late, so, you have to deal with the fact that the party started without you, the plane left, and the table was given to another party. By the way, you missed a kick ass sunrise.
Tris
“We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.” ~ Aristotle ~