I consider myself an extremely punctual person and I owe that all to my dad, his precision is such that he arrives half an hour early for any appointment, he even arrives an hour early, I grew up seeing his obsession with time and I think it infected me.
In Venezuela, tardiness is so common that sometimes it seems to be part of our culture. I remember my university years, where I was always the first to arrive, waiting for teachers and classmates. This lack of punctuality has stressed me a lot since my time in high school.
I have never had a punctual friend, nor have I visited social events or job interviews that start on time, I always end up waiting a lot. I wonder if this is the case in other countries, but in Venezuela it is very common, however I always arrive at least 10 minutes early everywhere, this habit will never change, even if everyone arrives late.
Sometimes, I feel that my punctuality is a constant fight against the current, a somewhat useless fight to be honest, although I consider that punctuality has brought me many advantages, I am always prepared and organized, which has helped me avoid problems in my life Personally and professionally, however, it also has its disadvantages, I sometimes feel frustrated when I have to wait for other people, and I worry that my excessive punctuality may seem arrogant or impatient.
Despite everything, I would not change my habit for anything, punctuality is a value that was instilled in me since I was little and that is part of my identity, it gives me a feeling of tranquility and allows me to organize my time to the maximum.
