Since I can remember, I’ve always been focused on ‘the time.’ This is likely because of my dad, who would get upset whenever I was late. He would just leave, and I would miss the activity or event. Even as a student, I’d get really frustrated if my friends were late, thinking, "If you love me, why would you be late?" I just couldn’t understand it. If I promised myself to be at the gym at 8:00 AM and it was 8:15 AM, I’d be angry with myself: "Bibi, you’re too late." When I’m at a festival or party, I often ask people, "What’s the time?" Maybe it’s my way of feeling control over something, because based on that answer I decide if I have to be tired, if I want a drink or if it’s time to enjoy even more.
Moooi love de reflecties!
Prachtig Bieb!! <3