I just can't shake it. I'm always late. you know how some people have no depth perception? I have no time perception. I cannot gage the span of time. 2 mins feels like 2 hours, and 2 hours like 2 mins. lol. if you ask me how far away I am, i say, 5 minutes which means 30 minutes or i say 5 minutes, and i'm around the corner.
I see the time too and realize i'm late, and rush, but still, it will take me another hour just to do what i have to do or get to where i have to get.
Im bad with anything time related too. telling time? hate it. alarm clocks? hate em! i dont even wake up to them anymore. and people please dont give me a freaking time ultimatum. "if you are not ready by..." of course i wont be ready by then. WTH?
lol I try too! all my clocks are roughly 20 mins fast. I have people sometimes set the clock for me at some time 20-28 min ahead of the actual time. So i dont really know who many minutes it is. I just know it is roughly 20 mins. so if I need to go somewhere, i need to plan to be there on time, which is really 20 minutes ahead, but because of my lateness, this only helps me small small. I end up still being 15 minutes late, which based on the way my clocks are set, is actually 35 mins late because i should have been there 20 minutes early. lol does that make sense? not really, but still time is a problem.
Lord give me the strength to overcome this. I'm trying.
I'll keep you updated on the time dilema. wonder if i will change.
This is the diary of a Gidi Girl or one in the making. I may be a Nigerian girl in America now, but my hopes and dreams take me to Nigeria; Lagos to be specific. I don’t know how or when I’m going to get there, but I will! Follow me on my journey which hopefully should lead me back to Lagos, Nigeria aka Las Gidi. Fasten your seatbelts Ladies and Gentlemen, it may be a bumpy ride!!!!!
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
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