A little back story for you: we’re leaving this morning for a two day camping trip in upstate New York with some friends of mine, and I don’t think I could be more excited. I spent a lot of time in the Hudson Valley, moving there for college, staying for summers, and then sticking around after college. I loved my little city and the surrounding towns and the fact that you could be in the city, ride your bicycle for ten minutes, and find a nice cornfield, maybe a herd of sheep and a horse. Where else can you get that kind of variety?
Anyway, we’re packing last night – frantically, because we want to leave at a reasonable hour and we have a ton of stuff to do in the morning – and Turtle stops and says, “You know, back in my single boring days, I would have been packed for this trip two days ago.” Then she sort of shrugged and sighed and went back to packing.
That’s one of the things of relationships, I guess. Why doesn’t anyone tell you how bad they are for you? You get happy, then you gain weight and pack at the last minute. We had no warning!
The person I dated in college was chronically late for everything. Everything, you guys. If you said 9, she’d be there between 9:15 and 9:30. Even classes. And I was just shocked by this. You can’t be late for classes! They’re classes! But then I started to see it… she never missed anything. If anything she missed the boring first fifteen minutes, and if they were important fifteen minutes then someone would fill her in. And so somewhere along the line I stopped leaving 15 minutes early for a class that was 5 minutes away, because an extra fifteen minutes of naptime after getting up for rowing was vital. And everything was fine! World did not end, I graduated, etc.
Here’s part of the problem with this approach in the real world, though: people don’t like when you’re late. Um, one time we thought we were invited to a New Year’s Eve party and we took our time getting there – we got there an hour or two after it started. Haha, funny story – it was a dinner party. Like, we got there an hour or more after dinner was supposed to start. And they waited for us. Not okay, you guys. I’m sure there have been other times too.
So it’s both of us now. We’ve sucked up the being late habit and I’m not sure we’ll be able to shake it anytime soon, though we’re working towards it and we’re a little more frantic than usual while trying to get to New York on time. Not so frantic that I’m not up writing this when I should be packing.
Do you have bad habits that you’ve picked up from your relationships that have stuck?
Bonus picture, because I have no idea how to tie this into an actual post:
*Note: in case you noticed funny timelines and even if you didn’t, I’m writing this Wednesday morning but I’m setting it to post Thursday for your continued entertainment. See, I’m always thinking of you guys! Have a great rest of the week.