I think I may be driving my friends crazy.
I’m sitting in a cafe, waiting for my friend to arrive for our 10am brunch date. It’s 9:55am. I’ve been at the table for about seven minutes. Breathe. She’s on her way. She’s not even late yet. Technically.
10:04am – I start to get goosebumps. I’m a little bit sweaty now. It’s fine, it’s not even five minutes yet. Calm down.
10:16am – “Oh, hey! How are you?”
Friend gives me a hug and a kiss and sits at the table. I spend the next hour and a half chatting, while gritting my teeth and biting my tongue about how NOT OKAY it is that she was so late. I don’t have fun. I can’t. Because of the lateness. And actually, it wasn’t an hour and a half, it was an hour and 14 minutes. Due to her 16 minutes of lateness. I had only allotted a two hour window. This is your time you’re wasting.
In case you haven’t picked up on this already, I am a Type A personality. If you trust the internet, that means I am competitive and work-orientated. I become impatient quickly with time wasting (YOU DON’T SAY). I like things to be a certain way and may become hostile if my order is disrupted. It is not a new development for me. My need for order has been with me for a long time. And I’m pretty sure it has annoyed those around me for a long time as well.
Here are just a few example of the Type A-isms I am pretty sure are driving everyone around me crazy.
My diary is my life.
I have a hard backed diary in which I write down every engagement I have. Start time and anticipated end time. These dates are then colour coded according to level of importance, so if push comes to shove, I know what I can get rid of. If it’s not in the diary, it’s not happening.
I eat in a specific order.
If it’s meat and three vegetables for dinner I CANNOT eat a bit-of-this and a bit-of-that. It is carrots first, followed by green veg, and then peas and corn. Then I move onto the meat, leaving the spud/pasta for last. If you tell me, “Hey Steph, I think it’s all meant to go together,” I will tell you, you are wrong.