I hate flakers. I really do. There’s no other way to put it. A flaker shows zero respect for anybody else.

Granted, if you flake because you had an emergency or got stuck at work, it’s a different feeling. But most people? They flake because they just don’t feel like seeing somebody or something else came up that was better.

And to me, that shows zero respect. I’ve got a New Year’s goal. I don’t call them resolutions, because resolutions are bullshit. But I have a New Year’s goal: My goal is to not flake on anybody all year, because I’ve done it, too. Man, I’ve been a flaking ass-hole. I have. I’ll admit it.

I have flaked on people.

I’m not perfect by any means.

But I’m not going to do it anymore. For instance, the other day I was supposed to have a meeting at 4:00 in West Hollywood, which is about 25 minutes to 30 minutes from my house.

The person I was with couldn’t make it. Yes, they flaked.

So what did I do? Instead of flaking on my 5:00 appointment and causing what I would call a “double flake…”

I kept my appointment. I made the drive all the way to West Hollywood at 4:30 in the traffic.


Because the person I was meeting at 5:00 actually changed their schedule around to meet me. And if I flaked on them it would show that I absolutely do not respect them at all. So that’s why I didn’t pull the double flake.

But so many people will pull the double and even the triple flake and have no regrets whatsoever about anybody else’s feelings.

Anybody else’s schedule or anybody else’s time.

When you flake on somebody, you’re telling them that their time is not worth anything to you. It really just is in general a complete disrespect of another person’s time and another person’s life. That’s it. Quick little message about flakers.