…You’re running late, Sir?
I hate time. Why can’t everyone just forget about time and let things happen when they happen?
What time are you meeting me at? This train is late. The schedule is ruined!
I’ve never been a fan of time or being at a particular place at a particular time ‘on the dot’. I usually end up arriving late due to circumstances beyond my control… sure, you can argue and say my poor planning & anticipation didn’t accommodate or allow enough time for such circumstances to occur. So what’s the big deal if I’m 15 minutes late to meet you? You were meeting me anyway, I didn’t realise you had more important plans and if you do, why did you bother to arrange to meet me in the first place?
People become trapped by time… living religiously by it without really noticing. I however choose to break that taboo and go to bed sometime between when I’m awake and when I feel sleepy… And apparently I have to see a doctor about that.
Buses should run on a sort of vague estimation of when they arrived at the same stop the previous day. Meetings should commence whenever everyone gets there and Starbucks should be forever open.
Of course, I haven’t entirely thought this concept through… People would end up staying up all night, trains may never arrive because the driver decided to nod off for a while and then blame it on his poor estimation. Meetings would commence in the middle of the night and everyone at Starbucks wouldn’t be so cheery.
Perhaps, time is a good thing I’ve just never learned how to use.
