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When it’s a matter of extreme urgency, those people find a way to be on time.

When it’s something that’s beyond important to them, those people find a way to be on time.

When it’s something that they really care about, they find a way to be on time.

I’ve seen those people on time for airplane flights. I’ve seen them on time for funerals. I’ve seen them on time for surprise birthday parties. So yes, I understand that you can never label anyone as always late, 100% of the time. But I do believe there are those people who are always late, 100% of the time, when they know that they can be.

And if I notice someone I care about showing up on time when they really care about what they’re showing up to, and when they think it’s urgent, and when it’s beyond important to them, I only feel one thing.

I feel like me, and my time, are not important, I feel like they are two things they don’t care about, and I feel like they never will.

And that frustrates me because those people are important to me. Their time is important to me. And I honestly and sincerely care about them and their time.

I WANT THEM IN MY LIFE.

And as my life ticks away, and the years stack on, I am admittedly deciding more and more to exclude those people from my life and from the fun and adventures and amazing times we could have shared together.

That’s blunt, I know. But it’s true. And I’m tired of pretending that it’s not.

I’m tired of pretending like being made to constantly wait doesn’t really affect me.

I’m tired of pretending like watching my clock for sometimes hours at a time doesn’t make me get anxious and stressed.

I’m tired of biting my tongue when they arrive because I know that it’s no fun for anyone when every single time we get together, it starts with a lame or an over-dramatic excuse from them and a harsh statement of criticism from me for their constant punctuality problems.

I’m tired of saying the words, “fine, whatever, let’s just get going.”

I’m tired of always talking smack about the people I love behind their backs about their lateness and their inconsideration and my frustrations.

Do you really think that doesn’t happen? I know it sucks to admit that I do it, but surely you already know that I do. When there is an entire group of people waiting for you, and waiting, and waiting some more, people are going to make snide remarks. They’re going to be frustrated with you. They’re going to lament with one another.

That is the honest truth. It doesn’t make us bad or judgmental or harsh people.

It simply means that we don’t like it. None of us like it. And we’re tired of it.

Could I have been less harsh in yesterday’s open letter?

Sure. Here’s what it would have looked like.

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Dan Pearce is an American-born author, app developer, photographer, and artist. This blog, Single Dad Laughing, is what he's most known for, with more than 2 million daily subscribers as of 2017. Pearce writes mostly humorous and introspective works, as well as his musings which span from fatherhood, to dating, to life, to the people and dynamics of society. Single Dad Laughing is much more than a blog. It's an incredible community of people just being real and awesome together!