The White Rabbit.

Let's talk time.

It pains me to arrive late. It gives me the same kind of pain that stepping on sidewalk cracks give me. It makes me cringe like the feel of cotton balls makes me cringe. I get twitchy when I think I'm going to be late. I feel better if I know I'm going to be late ahead of time, and am able to announce that I will indeed be x minutes late.

I've had many experiences when I've said, "Oh hey homie, I need to be back by such and such a time for ________ (fill in the blank)," and I feel like my ride doesn't give a rats... It irks me. It stresses me. I don't like it. Now, I like to think of myself as a patient person, but when this sort of thing happens, my insides start to kind of freak out.

In highschool, I only ditched class once but it doesn't even count because I got the teachers permission. I'm always on time to my classes in fear of 1) getting locked out (it happens to kids all the time) 2) missing out on some E.C 3) feeling like "one of those kids"

When the bus is late, I find myself worrying for all the people waiting. What if they are late because of the bus?! Then they'll have to be one of those people that you see running to their destination to try and cut down on their tardiness. I catch the bus an hour early just so I'm not late, that's why I don't worry for myself in those situations.

MST drives me nuts. I'd be the one that tells people that a meeting/activity/whathaveyou was 20 min. earlier than the actual time just so everyone arrived in a timely fashion. Everyone should have their clocks set 10 minutes ahead of real time unknowingly.

I think this is a serious problem in the world. Screw obesity and economy issues, it's time management that needs to be fixed.

So be prepared, if you ever invite me to something, know that I will be there at exactly the time you said or maybe even a couple minutes before.