Waste Management

I was stood up by someone today. We were supposed to meet at a place and go together to our common destination. I hate being stood up. Makes me feel like the ultimate loser. No amount of apologising later can make up for wasting my time. Not that I have every moment of my life planned out or neatly allotted to lofty tasks. But nobody besides me has the authority to waste my time.

And what does one do with wastage of time. It is one thing that cannot be retrieved in any way once it has been wasted. It is not like a nice light-blue shirt which gets ruined with ink stains. That could still be managed. It can be dyed to a darker shade. Multi-tasking is the only thing through which wastage of time can be remotely offset in anyway. But I can't read Milton standing on a bus stand.

I would be miserable with guilt if I stood someone up however unintentionally that might be. In fact I am. A friend wanted a certain book picked up and I couldn't find it. Not my fault that it was not available but I should have at least called her up and told her. I didn't. I wish I were not so lonely.