Blowing Off Steam

I'm not in a very good mood. In fact, I'm in a terrible mood. Raging and pacing like an angry bull. Everything seems to be annoying me. I don't know what set it off. Oh wait! It was the electrician. Who, like always was late. Tardiness pisses me off to no end. Having always been the punctual one among my peers, I'm used to waiting around for them. I just don't have it in me to be late for something. It agitates me. When someone tells me I have to be somewhere at a certain time, I ensure I'm there at least 5 minutes in advance. I don't know if its some obsessive compulsive thing. Despite knowing that my friends are going to be late, I feel the need to be right on time. I have no idea if its a good habit or not.
I find it incredibly rude when someone is late, especially after a certain time is decided upon. You owe it to the person you promised to be present at the assigned time. Nobody likes waiting. I, for one, can't stand it. My mind just heats up and I say the most nasty things in my head. I'm filled with the need to throttle somebody. The longest I've waited for a friend to come is an hour. I don't know why I did it. I really wonder if I'm the fool in all this. If nobody is ever on time, why should I be? Why should I be the one standing around like some security guard staring at everyone who passes hoping its the person I'm waiting for? Why?
I really am a sucker. It's a habit I can't get rid of even if I desperately want to. It's so ingrained in me that I can't function without it.
God. This blog should be called 'The Ramblings of a Lunatic'