My relationship with time

I’ve long known that I’m not a person who likes to be late. I’ve long known that I can be a bit neurotic about it, leaving quite a bit earlier than I need to, or fretting about my timing when I’m not actually late. Not only is this something that I adhere to in my own behavior, it’s something that drives me crazy in other people (when they’re not early like I am). Crazy. Crazy crazy crazy.

More recently I had a new revelation about my relationship with time: no matter how early I leave I drive like I’m late. I might have taken the amount of time I’m going to need and doubled it, but I still drive like I left late. Admittedly, part of this is that I like going fast. An author I really like said in one of his books, “speed is life,” which is a philosophy I enjoy, but I think at the root of it all, I’m just kinda neurotic about being late.