I don’t have three pet peeves. I have one overarching vexation that I turned into a mantra for my life, and it goes like this: My Time Isn’t Yours to Waste.
Those who always arrive tardy, flustered, bedraggled, and armed to the teeth with excuses, have one common trait: there’re a pain in the ass. We’re all familiar with this person. For them, it’s another day, another crisis. There’s no such matter as a minor issue; everything in their life is a catastrophe and somehow you get dragged into it. The “always late person” makes their problems everyone else’s, their always out of breath, and they never seem to catch on that your bedtime is 11:00p.m. It matters not what issues may assail your live, “the always late person’s” are far worse as evidenced by how they emote upon their tardy arrival. “The always late person” can’t manage a bowl of pudding, and it’s never their fault. They are a petulant child masquerading as an adult, can’t grasp the concept of borders, and don’t respect you time because their incapable of seeing the world beyond themselves.
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