Where is my Sense of Urgency?
I set my alarm at 9am the other day because I was planning on leaving the house by 10 to make it in time for a 10:30 appointment. But being the energetic, morning person that I am, the alarm actually woke me up at 9:58am! Yes, it was beeping the whole time within 10 minute intervals and it failed to wake me up until 58 minutes after the first beep. Now normally, any sane individual would feel an adrenaline rush immediately upon realizing that he is about to be late for something. He would jump out of bed and in a mad rush, try to get ready as fast possible. But, as you all know, I am not like any other individual, nor am I considered sane. So what do I do? I remain in bed and begin to contemplate, "would it be possible for me to get ready in 2 minutes?" To which I answer, "ofcourse not." So I slowly get off the bed and begin getting ready, acting completely oblivious to the fact that I. WILL. BE. LATE.
Where is my sense of urgency? I used to have it when I was younger. Alarms never woke me up on time, that’s for sure. In fact, it was the schoolbus horn that would wake me up instead, or my mother’s voice screaming, "punyeta! late ka nanaman! hay nako ‘tong batang to!". But I still did the mad rush thing everytime. I would get ready in about 10 minutes. Shower. Toothbrush. Matching socks and all. But now, it takes me 10 minutes to just wash my hair. So, where is my sense of urgency? Is this a product of old age (if I say I’m a quarter of a century old, it makes me sound ancient)? I think I dropped it somewhere back in 1998. Oh well. Maybe I should consider it a blessing that I have the ability to remain calm (or more like mope around) in stressful instances that require expeditiousness and rapidity (this opposed to having a nervous breakdown). Anyway, I think I have to end this post. I’m late for another appointment.
Nooninooninoo…
