I have the opposite problem. I hate to be late. HATE it, with a seething, grinding visceral sort of hatred. I'd rather be two hours early than one minute late.
Dean, have any kids under the age of 10? I used to be like you, pre-offspring.
I'm Last Minute Lizzie here, chronically either just-on-time, or 5 minutes late. I'm rarely really late, usually only when totally screwed over by unexpected traffic. I hate that, but not enough to consistently start the leaving process 10 minutes earlier, say. I know what I have to do, I just don't do it. My priorities are somewhat skewed.
So, I sympathize on the late thing, but you might want to reconsider writing about tiny tiny things here on Dean's World, every day. The natives may get very restless indeed. I'm just sayin', is all.
I was thinking about my earlier comment, and I'd like to add something. It is, of course, the accumulation of tiny tiny things that makes up our entire lives. There's a lot of material there to be mined. But I think for it to work, it has to be entirely real and honest, not mostly true, not "inspired by true events," not some fraction of the story, but the truth itself. (Of course, truth is subjective, but that's not a problem in this type of setting.)
What I'm saying is: you write very well and this project could result in something really lovely if you stick to the true, and the real.
Here's what they taught me in Air Force basic training: "If you're early you're on time, if you're on time you're late." I've taken that to heart since 1984.
Your story made me happy although I was apprehensive when you let the stranger help you with the inner door at your home. I guess too many TV movies and horror flicks have ruined my view of strangers appearing to be helpful. It is good to remember, I guess, that most people are decent people.
One of the greatest services my time in the Army did for me was cement into me a visceral hatred and fear of being late. Right place, right time, right uniform was drilled into me.
Being late is one of the most selfish and annoying things a person can be. There is no excuse for not being aware of what time it is now, and how long you need to get there. Being late tells the other person, I am more important than you.
LOL, Dean Esmay, dear host: I already knew that you had young'uns, there would be no need to ask you such a question.
Lucy: BTDT, had the piles of laundry to show for it...
11.30.2007 11:18pm
Commenting on Dean's World is a privilege, not a right. Dean is your host, you are his guest, and you should behave in that fashion. Dean is not your babysitter, nor is he your punching bag. Please remember this. In general, you are free to disagree with anyone on any subject you wish, but abusive behavior will not be tolerated.
Of course we all lose our tempers now and then. Dean freely admits to being imperfect in this regard, which is why regulars to this establishment will generally be cut more slack than people who we don't know very well.
Still: behave like an adult, or go find somewhere else to play. Thanks.
I'm Last Minute Lizzie here, chronically either just-on-time, or 5 minutes late. I'm rarely really late, usually only when totally screwed over by unexpected traffic. I hate that, but not enough to consistently start the leaving process 10 minutes earlier, say. I know what I have to do, I just don't do it. My priorities are somewhat skewed.
So, I sympathize on the late thing, but you might want to reconsider writing about tiny tiny things here on Dean's World, every day. The natives may get very restless indeed. I'm just sayin', is all.
the meaninglessnesses of life are often the most important. looking forward to the series if it becomes one.
What I'm saying is: you write very well and this project could result in something really lovely if you stick to the true, and the real.
I could be wrong, Dean, but I thought she was addressing Dean Cochrane, first commenter on this thread.
Being late is one of the most selfish and annoying things a person can be. There is no excuse for not being aware of what time it is now, and how long you need to get there. Being late tells the other person, I am more important than you.
Dean is such an uncommon name I always assume people mean me.
Sorry Dean, sorry Joan. Carry on. ;-)
Lucy: BTDT, had the piles of laundry to show for it...
Of course we all lose our tempers now and then. Dean freely admits to being imperfect in this regard, which is why regulars to this establishment will generally be cut more slack than people who we don't know very well.
Still: behave like an adult, or go find somewhere else to play. Thanks.