Ugh, the Worst: The Perpetual Plan-Canceller (and Their Audacity)
Okay, people, let's talk about something that grinds my gears more than a rusty doorknob on a Monday morning: the chronic plan-canceller. You know the type. They're all enthusiastic when making plans. "OMG, we HAVE to do brunch!" they squeal, practically vibrating with faux excitement. Dates are set, outfits are mentally curated (by me, obviously, because I have my life together), and then... poof. They vanish like a cheap magician.
A text arrives, usually an hour before you're supposed to meet, filled with some flimsy excuse. "Something came up." (Like what? Did their goldfish suddenly require emergency surgery?) Or my personal favorite, "I'm just not feeling it." (Newsflash: I'm never "feeling it" when I have to put on pants, but I do it anyway because I'm a functioning adult.)
Fine. Whatever. Cancellations happen. Life happens. Mercury goes into retrograde and throws everyone's schedules into chaos. I get it. But here's where I draw the line, people. Here's where I grab my metaphorical red pen and mark a big, fat "X" on your social calendar:
DO. NOT. CANCEL. PLANS. WITH. ME. AND. THEN. GET. MAD. WHEN. I'M. BUSY. WHEN. YOU. FINALLY. DECIDE. YOU. WANT. TO. HANG. OUT.
Seriously, the audacity is astounding. You cancel on me, leaving me with a suddenly free afternoon that I then, gasp, fill with other activities (shocking, I know). And then, when you deign to grace me with your presence again, expecting me to drop everything and rearrange my schedule for you, you have the nerve to be annoyed when I'm not available?
Honey, no. Just no. That's not how this works. That's not how any of this works. My time is valuable. My schedule is not a revolving door that you can waltz in and out of whenever you please. I have a life, a fabulous one at that, and it doesn't revolve around your last-minute whims.
It's like ordering a pizza, deciding you don't want it when it arrives, sending the delivery driver away, and then calling back two hours later demanding a fresh pizza and complaining that it's taking too long. You snooze, you lose, pizza-lover.
So, here's a public service announcement for all the flaky friends out there: if you cancel on me, don't expect me to be sitting by the phone, twiddling my thumbs, waiting for your grand return. I'll be out living my best life, probably doing something way more exciting than whatever you had planned anyway. And if you try to reschedule and I'm busy? Well, darling, that's on you. Maybe next time, think twice before you hit that "cancel" button. Because some bridges, once burned, are not so easily rebuilt. Especially when they lead to brunch. And nobody messes with brunch.
Mic drop.
