You see, I'm a pretty flexible person. I'm not really particular about being on time, but I do try to always be there when I say I'm gonna be there. If I'm gonna be late, I'll let you know that I'm gonna be late at least half an hour before the time that I'm supposed to meet you.
Here's a thing about me: I don't mind it that much if people show up late on my thing. I'll bug and tease them a little and that's about it. However, I'll feel quite terrible if I'm late on someone else's thing. I would probably keep saying sorry that I'm late for the next 20 minutes. I hate being late. I beat myself pretty hard about it.
Maybe it's a cultural thing. For the most part, Indonesians are usually quite relaxed. And if you know the traffic conditions in the larger cities, you learn to accept that everyone's just gonna be late. There's almost no such thing as, "Maybe we should depart earlier so we could be there on time." I'm just generalising here. It's what most of my family and friends do. And me, at one point in my life. Because that's what I'm exposed to.
One time, my family had a party thing in my aunt's place. We're supposed to be there at 12pm and it takes about an hour and a half to get there from our house. At 10am:
Me: "We probably should go in a bit, don't you think? It takes quite a while to get there, you know."
Dad: "It's too early. No one's gonna be there."
Me: "Well, we have about half an hour left to get ready if we want to get there on time. You're not even dressed yet."
Dad: "It's fine. Your mom's still in the shower. Just relax."
Me: "Okay, then."
*thirty minutes later*
Me: "We really should go now or we're gonna be late."
Dad: "It's okay. No one's gonna be there yet anyway."
Me: "What do you mean no one's gonna be there? My aunt who holding the party is gonna be there. My cousins who I haven't seen in a while are gonna be there. Of course, there's gonna be someone at the party. It's a party. It's where people gather to have a good time."
Dad: "Sure, honey."
Me: "You're unbelievable."
You see what my problem is? Apparently, being late is a norm in my dad's head. Don't you know that you can get the best pieces of cakes if you show up on time? Now I have to stick with whatever's left. Goodness.
And don't even get me started on being "fashionably late". What in the world does that bullshit even mean? I'm fine if someone's late because of traffic or they forgot to check the schedule and have to wait for public transport. But purposefully being late because it's "fashionable" is just beyond me. What is it that you accomplish from that? Do enlighten me. Because for all I know, time was invented so that you can be on it.
Whoo. All that ranting got me exhausted. I am in such a ranting mood this month for some reason. I'll try not too be so negative all the time. I am easily annoyed, can't you tell? The story about my dad was very long ago. He can still be very late at times, but I think it's not that bad anymore. Now he's the one getting mad at me because I don't want to get ready when he wants to go out for a dinner or something. You see, dad? Annoying, isn't it?
Anyway, I hope you enjoy me being all salty (again). I'll see you guys next time!
Riz