I got to thinking about flakiness. The flakiness of people. Does life really get in the way, or do people just flake out because they possess the disastrous quality that is flakiness? I think life gets in the way one time out of ten. Not three times out of four. Life is tough. I get it. Things come up. But there should also be a certain level of respect. You make plans, you keep them. I don’t think I’m flaky, which is quite possibly why I don’t understand those who are. Why do I get flaked on when I don’t flake on others? Shouldn’t there be some sort of karma for these kinds of people?