I don’t know if you can tell by my posts, but I’m a pretty laid back type of cat. Not much riles me up with the exceptions of lace fronts, country music, and the Ying Yang twins’ existence; other than that, I’m pretty mellow. There is one thing though that pisses me off to the highest heights of pisstivity, something that irks me to my core, and makes me want to slap anybody in sight.
But Breazy you are cooler than the other side of the pillow (I know), what can possibly make you want to revoke Gucci Mane’s Twitter rights? Good question and I’m glad you asked. Lateness is the one thing that has me seeing red. I don’t mean five to ten minutes late, but chronic lateness. Someone who is habitually late to the point that it becomes one of their characteristics. So much so, that they start to even joke about it by saying, “you know me, I’ll probably be two to three hours late.”
F*CK that. We are cool and all, but saying this to me will result in a stab to your knee with a rusty screwdriver. If your chronic lateness becomes a part of your consciousness to the point that you can predict you are going to be late to something I invite you to, then I’d rather you not come at all. Not to mention, those who won’t even give the common courtesy of letting you know that they are going to be late. I know people who seem to be allergic to showing up anywhere on time, as if their black card will be revoked or something; and unfortunately the majority of them are black.
I cannot, and will not understand, why we think that it’s socially acceptable to be late to something. It’s as if the time to arrive is more of a guideline, than the actual time one is expected to be there. I’ve had arguments with people who will look at the time on an invitation and then say, “well, we’ll get there two hours late.” To me, that is disrespectful and lazy. To add insult to injury, those of us who have social functions don’t really expect some people to show up ’til an hour or two later 0_o. If that’s the case, then why even include the start time?
Maybe the fact that my father was in the military for 25 years has something to do with my propensity for being on time. If you tell me to be somewhere at a certain time, then I’m going to be there at the time that you told me. If I get there and you are not ready, or still setting up, then don’t look surprised. I’m just following directions. Besides, I don’t mind being the first person to arrive, and I’ve learned that lateness may result in missed opportunities.
I’m anal when it comes to being on time, and I don’t have a problem admitting to it. To me, it says a lot about a person’s character. If you don’t know, then ask Mrs. Breazy and she will tell you. I’ll give her the side eye if we leave even five minutes later than planned, and don’t ask about the fights we’ve had because we were late to arrive somewhere.
Well, this is the one thing that makes me drop my cool and sends me through the roof. What are some of the things that other people do that would just make your blood boil?
Talk to me, I’ll talk back.
Breazy Calrissian – for the Star Wars fans.