I’ve spent a good deal of my life frustrated with other people: People who constantly run late, while I’m inevitably early. People who neglect to RSVP to parties, while I always do within a few days. People who mail things weeks later than they promised, while I make a point out of getting to the post office way too frequently. People who don’t write thank you notes while I addressed mine before the wedding or the babies even arrived. People who simply don’t don’t show up to appointments, while I never forget a commitment. You know, like, 99% of the population.
Well, it seems that I have finally become this person. The person I so despise.
A few weeks ago, my refrigerator was plastered with party invitations. I kept meaning to respond, but just hadn’t found the time. When I finally sat down to do it, I saw that the parties had passed weeks ago.
I finally began utilizing my voicemail last week. Before that, I’d used an old school answering machine, not realizing that calls received when I was on the phone were automatically passed to voicemail. When I set it up, I already had 257 unheard messages. Many were from doctors and dentists whose appointments I’d unknowingly blown off.
Last week I never showed up to a play-date, simply forgetting all about it.
The week before, I had a bowl that I’d sold on E-bay sit in my car for a week before I remembered to ship it, resulting in my first negative ever review.
I finally understand how the rest of the world lives. And, I’ll admit, it’s a hell of a lot easier joining ‘em than beating ‘em.
I’m just a tad bit late to the game.