It was explained to me like this. When we are late, we make a conscious or unconscious decision that our time is more valuable than anyone else's. I use "we," because I'm not immune to this self-involvement. It usually involves this:
Now you might assume it's the snooze button, but that's not really the problem. It's the switch two rows back. I'm notorious for simply turning the alarm off. My intent is to get up, but upon rolling to the right and seeing the side table, my eye catches Sammy, the Samsung. And suddenly, my cyber-addicted self is facebooking and twittering and googling and emailing - all while wrapped in a cozy duvet. What I think might take less than 9 minutes (the length of my snooze) ends up taking half an hour.
Then some choices are made for me:
- Extra deodorant (not bath) since that will save 8 minutes.
- Knit (not cotton) since a wet washcloth and a hot dryer can straighten out all of life's wrinkles.
- Weather blog (not Al Roker) since I can drive and read at the same time. I can.
- Waffle (not cereal) since it can ride in the car.