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Monday, January 4, 2010

My time is precious...

Pic above: Me being 3 mins late.

One of these days I'm simply going to explode. Puff up and just blow away at the unfortunate soul who happens to lay the last, trigger piece of straw on the camel's back. I am so, so, so sick of my family and friends total disrespect of time. I often waste my own time but value the time of others so much. I hate being late and usually get nervous and apologetic if I am even 5 minutes late. I hate having someone wait for me. But it seems that I am the only one. I set plan with friends and they don't think anything of being 30 mins to 1 hour late. They don't even apologize sometimes. They don't even have excuses most of the time. I might call them and they're STILL AT HOME getting dressed! WTF???!!! So I have to wait for you and bite my tongue even though I want to slap your silly face. This is not once in a while - THIS IS PRACTICALLY A FREAKIN ROUTINE!!!

They are late to appointments, weddings, outings, conferences, Islamic lectures, etc. The only thing they won't be late for is their death! Even the bride is late to her OWN WEDDING! Sigh. What is wrong with people? Am I the only who who has respect for others time? So far I haven't said anything beyond asking them what held them up --- because they are grown-ups and I would think they know better. However - I'm afraid one days I'm gonna really be honest and lose a relationship. And I think I would lose a relationship because most Somalis cannot take constructive criticism. They think it's an attack on them instead of their behavior and get offended. Somehow, even though they were in the wrong, they have to make themselves victims and make you the monster.

It's sad when a non-Muslim has more respect for me than my Muslim friends.

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