Rant number 208
In general I am not an organised person.
I'm not one for super tenacious tidying (although I do have a bit of an OCD thing about symmetry, I really hate it when there should be some but there isn't (like lego! never could a single circle wide block in the middle of a row of four, which always upset me)) filing, lining up (although it does please me if I can line everything up) or super cleanliness.
One thing though, that I really like to be on time.
I like to get to work at least 10 minutes early, to gather my thoughts and have a cup of tea.
I like to get to band early enough to warm up and have a chat or whatever.
I like to get to the Cinema early to buy some excruciatingly expensive snacks or whatever.
You get the idea.
And the ying to that yang is that I absolutely hate running late.
It makes me stressed be late, so I rush. When I rush, I'm stressed. When I'm stressed I feel like rushing. The whole thing just gets worse and worse.
When they invent the time machine, I'm going to be a happy man - because that way I won't need to be late! Get me a bloody Flux Capacitor (and if you don't know what one of those is. Shame on you!)
Rant over.
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