Patience is a virtue we’re told…but it’s also a huge pain in the ass.
I hate waiting, and sadly, it’s the name of the game life plays whether you’re a willing contestant or not.
I want results ASAP. The circumstances don’t matter. I want an answer, a solution…a way out and a quick fix.
I’m told to pray, a nice suggestion, but God needs more help because he’s really tardy getting back to you.
For 58 years of my life I was on a pass. I had things happen of course and many of them serious like having the love of your life die what seemed like in an instant, but my health and general well-being was way above average.
It took so little to make me happy.
I ask myself, did I take it all for granted? Was I arrogant rather than grateful? Hard questions to answer.
Even little things try my patience. This morning I was leaving a deli and the woman in front of me walked like a snail. I felt my nostrils flare like an irate bull wanting so much to say, HURRY THE FUCK UP.
I didn’t, but grace was on the lam to be sure.
I have more patience with Carmela the basset hound, who walks as if she’s in a funeral procession, than I do for someone idly dillydallying. Does that mean they’re enjoying their life more, being able to stroll and take it easy? That’s food for thought since I’m hating mine at the moment.
Where am I going in such a hurry? That’s the bigger question.
I get antsy when my e-mails aren’t answered swiftly enough. I’ve been known to delete people from my contacts for being rude just to to ask for their address again. I fib saying, oh…had a little blip….lost some of my addresses.
All this because of impatience.
My hearing issues don’t help since they work the other way. People, who hate repeating things, grow impatient with me.
I experience both sides.
I’m told by soothsayers, once I get this patience thing together, it won’t plague me any longer.
I so don’t have patience for this theory, but will still consider it.
What the hell.