Time is tickin' away

Time, I could write a million things about time. How complex it is, how we waste it, how we hoard it and charge for it, and how much cultures can be run by it. It's widely known that the western world is very much run by time. Most of the population carries the time on them or with them on their watch or cellphone. I often feel helpless when I don't have my watch on, its almost like a handcuff. Its been on so long I feel almost helpless and without control without it, then after a day I start feeling free, but inevitably my watch as a shackle to societies expectations is put back on, chaining me back into my ways.
Those ways can be extreme at times. Those that have lived with me can vouch for this. I cannot handle being late, or the idea of being late. When I say I'll meet someone at a certain time or I'm going to leave(or would like to leave) home at a certain time I'm always ready and waiting at least(and I mean that quite literally) ten minutes early. My roommates could never understand why I would do it, and they often watched me deal with my frustration as I would wait for others who were only running ten minutes late, but with my added ten minutes of earliness it was like 20 minutes. I know, I'm crazy, and i do try hard not to be so anal when it comes to time. Living with roommates that ranged from occasionally to consistently late has helped me work through some of this, so has dating Chris...who doesn't share the same desire for punctuality as me. I'm better than I was, but I'll admit to my flaws, I'll also admit that I'm very much following in my fathers foot steps. My Dad is the king of "get there early" and "leave with an extra half hour to spare". My sisters and Mom can vouch for this. My whole life we were half an hour early where ever we went, in my head being on time was like being late, because normal for our family was being early. I remember I picked this up quick and there were Sunday mornings I would be waiting with my dad for my sisters to get ready for church. I picked up the thought that if you were leaving you did it right then, no dilly-dallying, and so it really irritates me when someone says we're going and I'm ready waiting and they're still taking their sweet time. Probably doesn't help that I do have a temper(although often well hidden from the general public). Either way, its strange how something like time that I have absolutely no control over can control me so much and only because I let it.
Am I alone, or are there others out there like me? Share your thoughts, I'd like to hear them.