Time, what do you mean time…..
The vicar would get really cross that I was always late to play the organ – not late, actually, exactly on time, for my timing schedule. I hate being early, I hate other people being early, I hate being late, I hate other people being late, Both waste time, I never waste time, I do as many things as I possibly can in the time I have available and as many as can’t possibly be done as well, leaving things undone, chaotic and leaving me feeling that I’ve failed.
The vicar thought that I just didn’t care about time, she had no idea how much I care about every second of every day – in a really unrealistic way, well to the neurotypical brain, to me, it makes sense, use your time wisely, one day it will run out…………