In the last week, I have realized two pet peeves of mine. Yet I confess that I may be a hypocrite. Awareness is the first step to recovery. But still.

1. Lack of punctuality. Arriving early appeases my social anxiety. But besides that (I have arrived 1 hour before an interview before), I don’t want to wander the streets of a dark downtown waiting for someone. Why does that happen? I don’t know. I can’t read people easily when they say they’re going to arrive around 5 pm, which actually means 5:45 pm.

2. All talk, no action. I need to take people less seriously. When you say that you’re going to make a movie this summer, I’ll remember it. And I’ll hold you to it because I’ll want to take part. Design, of course. Perhaps I have trouble telling the difference between dreams and true decisions. Don’t tell me you’re going to send me an e-mail, say that you’re doing it. Like right now.