It's not easy being a shy and flaky nerd. Sure, it seems some of us are selfish, but if you only knew the truth. There are no mountains too high I wouldn't climb for you, *but* there are no promises I'll ever be on time doing it, as there are no clocks in my head or fancy watches on my wrist that aren't for show. I may never show up to my own wedding, but you can count on me to be there for yours. When you have your first baby, I'll arrive fashionably late (after the hospital drama is done) with a big smile, champagne and cigars for everyone. Set me up on a blind date with your bestest ESTJ friend and I'll not only be on time, I'll impress. Then, I'll skip town when things get too serious; still searching. Die and I'll send a huge bouquet of roses in your favorite color with a card I signed, "from everyone, " just in case someone couldn't afford flowers, I had them covered, and as I walked into the service late and alone, reality hit hard and I ran before anyone could see me cry. For all other plans where I flaked, I got side-tracked. I make no more excuses for my lame behavior.