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Time, thought I made friends with time

(*winks @ gamecat*)

Time is one of those things I'm a stickler about. I dread being late to things. If I tell you an exact time I'll be somewhere, I have a great need to be there at said time. A few friends around these parts witnessed a meltdown I had last semester when I thought a school project partner was late. She wasn't, we just had crossed signals. I was told by some friends this weekend, "We can set our watch by you!" I guess it's because I hate the feeling of entering a room with all eyes on me - I hate being a disruption. My parents aren't like this, but perhaps this is a reaction to them. I remember going to synagogue on Friday nights, sometimes getting there a little late (my parents had 3 or 4 of us in tow, it's understandable!)... and wanting to get to our usual seats, about 3 or 4 rows away from the bimah... which meant having SOOO many eyes on us. Not that they were even harsh eyes, some were very loving and forgiving eyes. I don't mind public speaking that much, either... it's just the late entrance that makes my hands get clammy and my pulse race. My mom & I talked about it when we went to see Christian Marclay's The Clock a few years ago. [If you love film, and haven't heard about it, you should definitely check it out!]

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