I met today with a Motswana friend, K. We were supposed to have a meeting with a few folks in hopes of starting a monthly open mic night/book club/poetry sharing fun time. Everyone was supposed to meet at my house at 4.
At 3:50, I wondered if K might come early.
At 3:55, K texted she was running late.
At 4, I wondered if anyone would come by 4:15.
At 4:15, I wondered if anyone would come by 4:30.
At 4:35, K showed up. She had texts from the others she'd invited and they'd either bailed or simply never arrived. During the meeting, she got an email from one of them apologizing profusely.
"Maybe he has a good excuse," I said.
"They always have good excuses," she said.
This led to a conversation between the two of us veteran leader-losers about how unreliable people are, how hard it is to get the energy to be a leader, and whether it was worthwhile to even try. It was just like the comedy scene in New York! We complained for an hour, we gossiped for an hour. We talked about the subject at hand for about ten minutes. The very best kind of meeting.