I take it back. PMS is NOT a myth after all. The sadness and general feeling of negativity hangs around me like a bad stench. The gloominess I wear is like a heavy overcoat I cannot shed.

So much for metaphors.

Sencha - if you're reading this, I'm really really sorry that I was so late yesterday. I should at least offer you an explanation, which I will, the next time we meet up face to face.

I normally do NOT tolerate tardiness. Or at least, I tolerate it on an occasional basis, and I generally expect that once the other party has established that Denise is punctual for appointments 90% of the time, that it would only be fair to be punctual in return, even if the said party is normally tardy by nature.

I am thus almost always never late. Even if I am, it's 10 minutes tops.

So when he was 20 minutes late today, I gave him hell. Boy, did I give him hell. It normally takes a lot for me to blow my top. And I consciously told myself not to get mad even while I was waiting for him. I didn't want to start off the evening on such a negative note. I was, after all, meeting his two friends for the first time. However when he finally showed up, I was seething so much that I couldn't hold it in. I told him that his lateness was inexcusable, that he couldn't try and brush it off with small talk or compliments about how I looked. I was SUCH a bitch. I was unrecognisable to myself. And you know, rationally I KNOW that I should lighten up, but I honestly do not like being late, even if I am aware that punctuality isn't one of the other party's strong points. It's the whole principle of the situation: If I make the effort, so can you. It's a matter of respect. I'm unwilling to compromise my good habit of being punctual just because you aren't.