Is it just me, or does waiting stink? Like, the kind of stench when the dog wrestles with a skunk and loses in a big way. I don’t care if I’m waiting for a train or waiting for a piece of mail or waiting on someone else, I fidget and fuss when I have to wait. And yes, I sometimes whine. Don’t ask. It isn’t pretty. Waiting is waiting. And it rots. One answer (call it anesthesia) that works for me is reading. Immersing my impatient self into fictional worlds takes the sting out of waiting. Ahhh.
Is it only me? Or am I the most impatient human being on the face of the planet? WAIT! … Don’t answer that!