I hate being late for things. Which is why I’m usually early.

I’m writing today’s post before my dental appointment. I arrived twenty minutes early and their office isn’t open yet. So here I sit in my car looking up memes about dentists and being late. Even though my doctor and dentist are usually punctual with exact times.

It’s also funny that I’m always early, since I don’t tend to wear a watch anymore. I usually wear one as an accessory when I dress nicely to go out. Time is a foreign construct to me some days. All philosophical and stuff.

How does this ticktock control so much of our lives?

I don’t know, but you better not make me wait. That drives me nuts. Oh look- one minute until my appointment…