I Arrive Early To Everything And There's Nothing I Can Do About It
I was raised under the belief that showing up somewhere five minutes early was the equivalent of being on time. I’m also an incredibly anxious person by nature. I like to have a set plan when I leave my apartment for any reason whatsoever, and through the years that idea of arriving five minutes early anywhere has snowballed into ten, fifteen, sometimes twenty minutes.
I’ve actually tried showing up late to rendezvous’ with friends and family and still found myself getting there before the designated, agreed upon time. I cannot be late even if I try and it’s become a bit of a problem for me.
I know for a lot of people, sitting at a bar and waiting for your friends to arrive isn’t an anxiety inducing affair, but for me, even when I tell myself that no one is paying attention to me, I feel like Steven Glansberg sitting there with my phone in my hand pretending to be texting when in reality I’m just staring at the clock on the lock screen wondering where the hell my degenerate friends are at.
Part of the problem is me misjuding how long it takes to get places. Sometimes I’ll walk to a bar or an event I’ve RSVP’d to to TRY and be late but I always leave myself enough time to get there five to twenty minutes before I’m supposed to. Sometimes I’ll purposely call an uber with the clock dwindling down to zero and somehow still get there before anyone else. It doesn’t help that most of my friends show up everywhere ten or twenty minutes after they’re supposed to, either. I’ve sort of accepted the fact that I’ll always be the early person in the group, it just feels like I’m getting taken advantage of sometimes. I’ll get texts like “Mind grabbing us a table?” and “Could you order me a tequila soda? I’ll be there soon!”
I don’t mind it. I just wish I could once be the late friend. I’m not holding my breath. I’m perpetually early and that’s just how I’m wired.