I know it’s horrible to leave you waiting outside in a range of inclement weather situations.
But I literally have no idea what happens between me saying, “OK, time to go, WOW, I’ll be so early! My guess is checking Facebook or trying to even out my eyeliner.
Honestly, I get better every year: I now make my bed every morning and fold about 70 percent of my clothes.
But while I’ve finally started to remove random papers from my nightstand, I just end up tucking them away in a drawer I never open, because that’s what happens with things I don’t regularly use. If I don’t plan when I’ll see you during the week, I kind of fall apart.
I’ve narrowed it down to hating packed dive bars and all sports, but other than that, I’m generally down to do anything. Especially when we’re both starving and I won’t pick a restaurant because “idk, they’re all good! I get annoyingly restless during Netflix and chill marathons (or any situation where I have to be in one place the whole time).
But I will always refocus eventually, and if anything, this has taught me to ask you a lot of questions in order to keep myself centered. I will be at least 10 minutes late almost every time I meet you.Otherwise, your surprise booty call will lead to a Sunday where it’s 4 p.m.and I’m scrambling to do laundry and get work done until I just end up ordering takeout and watching 7. Here’s your proof that my weekly planning has nothing to do with me being stubborn about doing what I want: I genuinely have no idea what I ~actually~ want.In my mind, it feels like all these side-tangents are being woven together to further enhance the story.What actually happens: the hilarious thing that happened to my coworker is no longer hilarious because I just told you about three other coworker’s life stories and you have no idea who’s who anymore or how this story even started. grumpy if I’m trying to focus and you’re not letting me.