The Starlit Sky

Tardiness is my worst vice. I admit.

I don’t smoke. I am an occasional drinker. And no, I’m not a shopaholic either. I was never convinced to apply for a credit card so it’s also kind of impossible for me to get tempted for grandiose spending. I’m also not a drug addict, HELLO!

So, in other words, I’m a saint.

Haha! Kidding What I’m trying to say is that I’m a clean living person. Yeah, I’m an OC (obsessive-compulsive) when it comes to my room’s cleanliness. Seriously, my close friends told me I’m too much of a good girl (I also misbehave and throw tantrums sometimes, of course. But that’s another story) and that they have nothing to complain about me except for being almost always late. It drives them nuts. Like when we have an agreement to meet somewhere at exactly xx:xx PM and I don’t show up on time without a text message or a call, they’d start thinking if I changed my mind or worse, something bad happened on the road.

I honestly have a bad reputation for being late. In fact, my best friend who just got married asked only one gift from me on her wedding day. She said “just come on time, okay.” The delivery of that line was so hilarious, all the guests on her bridal shower laughed out loud. And me? Oh, I almost fell from my chair due to embarassment. It was a good joke, though. But she took it back, fortunately. She said she only wanted me to gain weight and be beautiful on her wedding day

I can hardly remember when it all started. This humiliating disease, I mean. As far as I can recall, I was never late in important events like birthdays, graduations, or in important matters such as school, work, church, etc. I was always on time or to be precise, I was always ahead of time. My parents have instilled in me the value of time, that I can’t buy time and that I can’t turn back the hands of time. In fact, I started working at the age of 17 in fast food chains because I didn’t want to waste my time on non-sense things like barkada. I finished college when I was 19 and worked as a pre-school teacher not far from my family’s home. I’m quite sure, during those times I was never late. I was afraid to come late.

Then things changed a few years later. I gave up teaching and started working as a QA. The first three years was great, fun-filled, exciting, challenging, my colleagues are amazing, I almost thought I’m going to stick with this job for the rest of my life. And then things changed again. Just last year, I started losing interest in everything.  And because my friends always give me a long and annoying sermon on why I’m so lucky to have a regular job, I’m also not excited to see them. The saddest part is that I don’t have a valid reason and I also have no plans to improve.