Otis
Footballguy
I’m not talking about my wife or kids always taking a long time to get ready, or someone who is late to my work meetings etc. That doesn’t even bother me all that much.
The main example I can give is every morning im standing on the platform waiting for my commuter train, and the train is honking its horn up ahead about to arrive at the station, and invariably, practically every day, for years, I see this very same young woman running off in the distance, a block or two away. She’s petite, attractive, maybe in her 30s and we’ll dressed, but she’s a hot mess as she’s running with a bunch of bags over her shoulder hauling a bunch of crap. Every now and then an earring or something will fall out and she’ll turn around and go running back towards home scanning her path. I’m always standing a bit down the platform from where the stairs are, so I’ve never observed if she’s ever totally missed it.
I look at someone like this and all I can think is “why?” A one time occurrence, maybe, stuff happens, I’ve probably sprinted for the train once or twice in the past couple of years. But this is every. Single. Day. It’s like clockwork. Why would someone do this? Imagine if she just woke up 10 minutes earlier and left her house 10 minutes earlier? She could have a nice leisurely stroll to the train, with a cup in her hand. Get up to the platform with plenty of time.
Maybe I’m too much the other way. I’m usually one of the first people standing there on the platform. If I’m not 10 minutes early, I’m late. But man, that seems like such a stressful way to live, and unnecessarily.
What am I missing here?
The main example I can give is every morning im standing on the platform waiting for my commuter train, and the train is honking its horn up ahead about to arrive at the station, and invariably, practically every day, for years, I see this very same young woman running off in the distance, a block or two away. She’s petite, attractive, maybe in her 30s and we’ll dressed, but she’s a hot mess as she’s running with a bunch of bags over her shoulder hauling a bunch of crap. Every now and then an earring or something will fall out and she’ll turn around and go running back towards home scanning her path. I’m always standing a bit down the platform from where the stairs are, so I’ve never observed if she’s ever totally missed it.
I look at someone like this and all I can think is “why?” A one time occurrence, maybe, stuff happens, I’ve probably sprinted for the train once or twice in the past couple of years. But this is every. Single. Day. It’s like clockwork. Why would someone do this? Imagine if she just woke up 10 minutes earlier and left her house 10 minutes earlier? She could have a nice leisurely stroll to the train, with a cup in her hand. Get up to the platform with plenty of time.
Maybe I’m too much the other way. I’m usually one of the first people standing there on the platform. If I’m not 10 minutes early, I’m late. But man, that seems like such a stressful way to live, and unnecessarily.
What am I missing here?