Mar 032012
 

Yesterday, one of my best friends in the world accidentally delivered an amazing lesson about why you should always do your absolute best to do what you say your’re going to do, or more specifically, to be somewhere when you say you’re going to be there.

I’ve known this friend for a long time, we met in early high school, she’s incredible. I’ve been coming around her place for almost ten years, and I know her parents quite well: very honest, hard-working and hospitable people. They are always happy to see me, they hug and kiss me, ask me how I am, how my parents are, and of course: why I don’t come around more often, stuff like that. They’re great, I adore them.

Last night I had some girlfriends over and we were talking about punctuality; they had arrived at my place an hour late, with only one exception. We were joking around: I was made fun of for not being the most punctual person in the world myself.

Now, I’ll make sure to be on time for official appointments like a dental cleaning, job interviews, classes: I hate being that one person that keeps everybody waiting, nor do I want to disrupt the schedule of a professional. I always make sure to be on time for stuff like that. But when it comes to social appointments, I’m not very punctual. Often I find myself running ten minutes late. If not more.

And then my friend said, laughing: “Did you know that when you’re supposed to come over and you’re late, my dad is just sitting there, waiting? He’s always supersleepy but refuses to go to bed, just so he can say ‘hi’ to you!”

And it hit home. Because I pictured that sweet, grey-haired man sitting there, yawning but looking out the window, waiting: just so he’d be downstairs when I arrived. Just so he could give me a hug. Just to ask me about my  life and my family and see if I’m okay. Just to show me he cares about me. And I had been letting him wait unnecessarily, so many times. This man, who works a tiring full-time job, sitting there, and I let him wait.

And then I thought of the other friends I have let wait for me. Of the many casual social dates I came rushing into, for no good reason other than procrastination or bad planning on my part.

And I realized more than ever that it’s disrespectful. Even if it seems tiny and insignificant, it comes across as a sign that I don’t care enough to be on time for someone. It comes across as if I don’t value their time and presence. And giving off the impression I don’t love people is not something I want to do, especially when I adore them. I don’t want my friends to ever be under the impression I don’t value their time and presence.

So I’m going to show respect by being on time for them. So we can spend the time together that we had decided upon and so they know I know their time is valuable.  They could have been doing a thousand other things that day; I should consider myself lucky when they want to spend time with me.

Of course you don’t have to be as dramatic about it as I’m being right now, and argue for circumstances for being late like public transit and lost keys. You can also say that “everybody does it” and “it’s not that big a deal”.

Well, fuck those excuses. All I keep picturing is my friend’s dad. It’s a really powerful image to me. And so is giving off even the tiniest signal I don’t value my friends as they should be valued.

I’m going to be on time from now on. Fashionably late is fucking lame anyway. Considerately on time is going to be the next big thing as far as I’m concerned.

  14 Responses to “The Importance of Being on Time.”

  1. I’m always on time, i think it is very disrespectful to let people wait for me. I hate it when people run late, and sometimes I even take it personally: that person doesn’t like me, otherwise he/she would show up on time, especially because he/she knows I’m very punctual.

    Great that you’re changing this!

    • You are very punctual, which is a great trait! I only take it personal when it’s important we show up somewhere together on time, not when it’s just a casual meet up, but as I want to be more considerate towards people I love and giving someone like you the idea I don’t like you is all the more reason to be on time to show you that I do like you!

  2. Hmm def. something I should be more aware of. I’m never ever late for work, so I should be on time when I meet with friends too. Great article.

  3. I’m always waaaay too early, so if you are meeting me and you’re late, our date isn’t off to a good start LOL..

  4. Ik ben altijd echt een kwartier of half uur te vroeg of zelfs eerder. Zelden te laat, ik ben daar heel slecht in. Tenzij ik heb afgesproken met vriendinnen waarvan ik weet dat zij te laat komen, dan vertrek ik ook tien minuutjes later.

    • Dat is echt een goede eigenschap: ik heb dat dus met yoga les, sollicitaties en tandartsafspraken wel maar bij sociale dingen totaal niet. Echt iets waar ik aan werk nu.

  5. You are seriously too cool for writing an article like this! I have never thought of being a bit late as wasting other people’s time, but I love the way you you make me think about showing respect to others by being on time.

  6. I couldn’t agree more. I’m usually the one arriving early or on time, and to be honest: it’s fucking annoying and disrespectful to have to wait all the time.

  7. ” Even if it seems tiny and insignificant, it comes across as a sign that I don’t care enough to be on time for someone. It comes across as if I don’t value their time and presence” helemaal waar.

    zelf kkom ik altijd op tijd. Maar wij Indonesiers hebben er een handje van om te laat te komen. En dan ben ik nu ook nog getrouwd met een Marokkaan, don’t get me started. Bruiloften bijvoorbeeld beginnen serieus altjid rond een uurtje of 10 ‘s avnods. omdat zelf de bruid en bruidegom te laat komen
    (sorry, ik ben dus nog steeds in de trouwmodus).

    maar ik ben er heel “westers” in: op tijd komen vind ik belangrijk. in ieder geval bij de mensen met wie ik vaak afspreek. ik moet toegeven dat ik bij sommige vriendinnen iets later kom, maar ik weet bij wie ik het kan maken, hoe stom dit ook klinkt misschien.

    • Haha, ik snap precies wat je bedoelt, bij de vriendinnen bij wie ik ‘cred’ heb (dat ze toch wel weten dat ik dol op ze ben) laat ik de teugels vieren: zoals bij die vriendin met die vader die dan op me zit te wachten. Op tijd komen IS belangrijk, en goed!

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