Today I am supposed to meet someone for a business-related (not really) matter. We agreed through SMS messaging that we are meeting today at 4 o’clock in a university here in Bacolod. With a little chill, I arrived a little late due to heavy downpour, send her SMS that I am waiting at the lobby, and played some game in my Motorola phone. After 15 minutes, I called her up, but she hasn’t answered it. I stayed there, occasionally walked down the hall, read the school bulletin, and played more games. An hour of waiting and a couple of missed calls made me think there could be some glitches in this planned meeting. Maybe she forgot it, or maybe she’s in the middle of her law class, or maybe she’s asleep – I was thinking of those things. I wasn’t sure. I was bored, though, remarkably, I was not impatient.
One thing I am happy about is that I have succeeded in my attempt to be more considerate. *pathetic* I learned to embrace one of Stephen Covey’s 7 Habits of being effective – be proactive and not reactive, to never allow the weaknesses of others and the situation to overcome myself. Having believed that time is of utmost important, I was amazed that I was not irritated at all, considering that, back then in college, I usually lose temper when people arrive late in an appointment, say, a group meeting. I have always believed that there’s no excuse for being late, giving excuses just shows up a façade of an immature attempt to cover one’s inefficiency. After much waiting of more than an hour, I decided to call it quits. As I was on my way home, she texted me and even told me why I haven’t waited long enough. Shuffling feathers isn’t my type, so I simply replied that I waited enough and informed her that will be meeting the next Saturday.
After all been said and done, what’s funny is that I ended up buying pencils in National Bookstore.
P. S. Do wish me luck when we meet again :-)
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And I quote one of my favorite writers:
“I discovered that my obsession for having each thing in the right place, each subject at the right time, each word in the right style, was not the well-deserved reward of an ordered mind but just the opposite: a complete system of pretense invented by me to hide the disorder of my nature. I discovered that I am not disciplined at of the virtue but as a reaction to my negligence, that I appear generous in order to conceal my meanness, that I pass myself off as prudent because I am evil-minded, that I am conciliatory in order not to succumb to my repressed rage, that I am punctual on only to hide how little I care about other peoples time. I learned, in short, that love is not a condition of the spirit but a sign of the zodiac.”
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