The fun of die minutes

Picking up my keyboard to type out my heart, filled with excitement because what I'm about to write is something that a large number of people are fond of. It's bad, we know, but we can't just help it.

If there's one thing I frown greatly upon, it's the mentality of 'Afrikan Time'. This is a name we gave it in my country, and I'm sure many Africans can relate to it as well. Funny enough, this thing is so broad that even the Philippines have it as 'Filipino time'. Lol.

Maybe you don't know the meaning; it's an act of adding extra time to the fixed time of an event, believing that the event won't start at the actual time...and this is usually true.

Many times, I'm very fond of doing something or going somewhere at the last minute. Although some of these things or places, especially my church, don't operate on African time, I just love to see myself running helter-skelter a few minutes before the event to get prepared and sweating to the function when I'm supposed to cool down, get prepared, and have enough time to walk to the place.
This applies to things too, not just attending functions.

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I remember way back in school, doing assignments at the last minute always seemed to be the sweetest, especially when there was no idea at the initial stage.
There were some assignments we were given that appeared tough with no single idea on how to go about making an answer for it. But there's something special about the last minutes; it's the moment when all the hidden ideas walk out from their hiding places and become the savior. This is why, anytime I'm finding it difficult to do a particular task, I don't stress myself much; I'll just wait for the last moment to give it a thought again, in a rushing manner.
At that time, I'll be strangely mad at anyone that would cross my lane or come to disturb me.
At that moment, I don't pick calls no matter who's calling.
I appear so focused at this moment that even if the rapture is happening, I would gladly prefer to stay on earth and go and meet everyone on other planets when I'm done.

The few times I attended to an online task at the family house on a die minute mode, I made sure I locked myself inside my room to avoid stories because if I decided to stay open and either mom or dad came around to disturb, it wouldn't be funny.

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For attending events/functions, using church as a case study because that's what occurs to me often... I would wake up very early, say 4:00 am for a church that's to start by 7:00 am. Instead of me getting around 6:00 am to start preparing, I would wait until 6:53 am to go and bathe and start my fast and furious preparations. I would do everything zigzag just to leave the house before that 7:00 am and hopefully get to church before 7:00 am too, which has never worked for me, and I've been tagged as a latecomer often with a lot of queries.
I've planned to change my ways. After every Sunday, I would beat my chest to get on track the coming Sunday, but it keeps happening.

It's a bad habit, yes, I know, and the devil is making fun of me with that. Or should I not get the devil into this? Lol.

Thank you!

This is my response to "YOUR GUILTY PLEASURE" prompt in Hiveghana community.