People who do not go out often are stereotyped as 'anti-social'. There are not just two types of people, but three with regards to social life: One always enjoy themselves outdoors with friends, another refuse to venture and prefer the comfort of home alone; the third one are those who have the kind of peers who would puke up a stupid excuse which only sounds formal, just so that these 'peers' can be the second. A few of my peers fall in this category. Being late for something, I can forgive. But refusing to turn up and crapping some stupid excuse at the last-minute just to avoid me... Do they realize just how the other party would feel about this?
Today is just one of those many days when my informal gatherings are turned down at the very last minute. This guy whom I supposedly arranged to hang out two weeks prior just refused to come because of his family outing which occurs EVERY FRIDAY ever since he was born. Had he told me this, I would never have wasted two hours of my life just waiting for him to show up. He is one of the three (or four) people who just love to waste my time and trust; he is not The Depressed Guy and he ain't unique; Just one of those average rich nerds you can never find out here in the streets of Singapore. Those with really stern Asian parents who own at least three private properties, five Mercedes and two oligopolies. In my eyes he will never be anyone "unique". And when I mention "unique", I mean someone whom I can more than recognize something in him or her worth watching for, such as really keen reflexes (BX), never gets emotional over anything in life (Brandon), and never forget: The Depressed Guy.
The person calls you and says, "Sorry, I cannot make it today. Got 'something' on." when you already reached the destination, more than ten minutes of travel from home. Otherwise, those less confident with their voice or simply mute would text you with things like "My cousin's wedding" or "Family outing" or "I saw someone killed by a chicken outside my house". I bet many f you experienced similar events, right? The dilemma after that is pretty infuriating, especially when you have to travel all the way back home, alone, or try to find something interesting or meaningful to do on the spot. As for what happened today, I did the former. Even the calmest people would feel their blood boil and hard to suppress the agony. To make matters worse, all I had was my wallet with less than twenty dollars, cell phone with only 10% battery power remaining and house keys.
I am starting to wonder, if doing things at the last minute is a habit or a preference. In this case it is clearly a habit. As for preference, some do achieve better when revising for their tests at the last minute. However, it clearly bears high risks for low profit: The flames from lighting the midnight oil only lasts for that period of time and no longer. Also, look at it this way: If you are a boss, and all your employees always does things at the very last moment, how would you feel?
Damn... I need time to relax and really clear out my mind. It gets hard to breathe when one thinks a lot. That nerd... Should life be a storybook, I will NEVER see him even as a minor character, neither protagonist nor antagonist. Maybe he would only appear in 1 chapter out of 88...
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