Help, I’m Always Late

“OMG so sorry, on my way now!” If you’ve ever received this text from me, I’m sorry. I was lying. Yep, I’m that person, messaging you when you’re already where we’d planned to meet. In fact, I’m texting while sitting on the loo, putting my lippie on. I have every intention of leaving. I just need to find my keys. And get changed, as I hate what I’m wearing…

I’ve missed the beginning of a friend’s wedding, trailing in at the back as she walked down the aisle. Sweat pooling in my armpits, mouthing ‘sorry’ at anyone daring to look at me and not the bride. Every time I’m at the airport they will call my name over the PA while I’m idly sniffing random perfumes at duty free. I’ve watched infinite numbers of trains pull away from me as I scream into the empty void of a platform. Why am I like this?

I don’t mean to be late.