Being on time isn’t optional, or so I would like to believe. For the first time in my six months of college, I was late to class. I arrived at 12:35 for my 12:30. If you are one of those people who treat being on time like a suggestion, I am in no way, shape, or form judging you. In fact, I applaud your easy nature—it’s the contrast that I find most interesting.
I don’t know how I’ve found myself in this situation, but those closest to me have consistently been the most time-blind people you will ever meet. This disparity has, of course, not affected them in the slightest while we’re 5 minutes away from the function that started 45 minutes ago. Now, I could give you multiple instances of this, but to not sound like a complaint box, I will refrain—instead, over the past 2 days, I observed patterns.
“Lunch at 12?”
We started eating lunch at 12:07.
“Dinner at 8:30?”
We started at 8:42.
“Breakfast at 8?”
Now, I am a slow eater, and I couldn’t wait past 8:10, but my friend showed up at 8:15.
I am aware that all the examples I have provided are about food timings, but that is all that I have time to show up for in Sri City. But here are my issues with food timings. I am an incredibly slow eater, which is why I always show up to the dining hall 30 minutes before class, and 30 means 30 on the dot. So when my friends show up lat,e and I still need to leave early, I feel like the worst person leaving them to eat alone, especially when they also have class afterwards.Â
What is the point of all of this, you may ask? I am not here to sit and nag you to be on time or to judge you for it either. This article is not meant for those who are time-blind. Rather, this article is meant for time-urgent people, trying to make peace with people who are time blind. This is my expert advice from someone with 8 years of experience. Anytime you are in a situation where you are about to be late or are already late, take a deep breath and tell yourself, “It’s not that deep”.
When you do reach your desired destination, you’ll find yourself repeating the question —
“Was it really that deep?”
It was. It 100% was.