being late

I was late to my appointment today. I mean a resident appointment. Because Chris had called me at 11:50 am, I promptly lost track of time. More on this later. So I left the house somehow around 12:10 pm instead of the anticipated noon. And as a result, I didn\’t get to University Village until around 12:45 pm. But that\’s the way it is right? Circumstances.

I called the resident when I was about 5 minutes away and he was obviously very unhappy that I was this late. When I arrived at the appointment, he looked grumpy. I have a feeling that this will be a bad mark on my near-perfect record. I don\’t know what\’s wrong with me. What\’s up with the recent tardiness. During my first year, I used to always come to things significantly early. For my RCC intern interview, I arrived almost 90 minutes early just because I had \”nothing else\” to do. And mostly, I wanted to absorb the environment so that I would feel better. but as the years went on, time passes by too quickly and I feel like I could be doing something else better. I have committment, but my punctuality is decreasing in meters.

Or maybe. I don\’t know. Ever since I met Chris, his spontaneity has almost rubbed off on me. Or rather, we never \”plan\” to hang out. I try to push him to \”plan\”, but it doesn\’t come out that way. It\’s always a \”maybe\” or \”i dunno\”. And then I start slacking, procrastinating. I still have yet to finish packing. I still haven\’t done my things. Maybe I could blame him, but that\’s another thing altogether. Blame myself, right?

Then again, I did procrastinate all this year. I am a slacker at heart. Or maybe I just don\’t want to get things completed. I just want to be like those young kids running around the playground. Almost without a care in the world. Relish the present, because the present never lasts long enough.