"The problem with reasons
is that they’re just
excuses prettied up."
I always used to be late to the board meeting of Working Machines, a corporation located in Berkeley, an hour from where I live. Invariably, after a frantic hour of aggressive and dangerous driving, I would arrive with an apology, explaining that the highway was unusually congested. The board chairman always graciously assured me that the main thing was that I had arrived safely. Still, I had held things up, and the other board members, who had arrived on time, were clearly not thrilled. Deep down I knew that the highway traffic was not the real issue.
It all came down to this: I did not see the meeting as a high priority in my life. It was that simple. It had nothing to do with the traffic. Although there were no negative business consequences, it was bad for my self-esteem: I felt guilty for always being late. I didn’t like how it felt to have all eyes on me for the wrong reason when I walked into the room. I gave it some thought and realized that there were other people in that room facing the same traffic and the same “life happens” stuff that I was, yet they managed to be there before me because they cared enough to do so.
Once I had that insight, I decided that from then on I would give the meeting the priority it deserved. Thereafter, I gave the meeting the attention it required and left early enough to get there on time. No more last-minute e-mails or phone calls, no cutting it close. I stopped waiting until the last minute, and decided that it was worth it to stop everything else early and get in the car ten minutes before I “had to.”
And it didn’t end there. I began to change my attitude toward time overall. I used to be late to most things in my life. Now I am known as the pain in the ass who is always on time and expects others to be. I make it a point to start every class and every workshop session on time. It turns out that my life works better when I do not need to come up with reasons for why I am late.
"Our society loves reasons. Perhaps the illusions
that there is a single known reason
for each thing we do is comforting."
Reasons are bullshit. I know it sounds harsh, however, it’s a good categorical stand to take, as you’ll see. Reasons exist because if people didn’t explain their behavior, they would seem unreasonable. So we are faced with a paradox: we need reasons so we appear reasonable, yet when we use reasons we are not taking full responsibility for our behavior.
Let’s say I walk up to a stranger and punch him in the face. He’ll ask why I did that. If I say, “For no reason,” I am clearly unreasonable. If instead I say he reminds me of the man who abused my sister, I am now a (somewhat) reasonable person.
Many reasons are simply excuses to hide the fact that we are not willing to give something a high enough priority in our lives. For example, a student might come into my class late, saying, “I’m sorry I’m late. I got a flat on my bicycle.” Even if it is true that her bicycle has a flat tire, the bottom line is, getting to class on time is not a high enough priority in her life. If I had a rule that any student who came in late would fail the class, she would have made sure to be on time, flat tire or not. If the rule was you got expelled from school for a single lateness, she would have been there even earlier!