Endless Patience

Patience.

Yeah. I've decided it's certainly not one of my strong suits. Confirmed that fact today when I found myself getting progressively grumpier as I drove in monotonous circles around the dark, dank interiors of a suburban shopping mall in search of that elusive parking space. Seems like everyone and their sainted mother was going mall-hopping today and I'd gotten caught in that particular sticky web of traffic ( since obviously generic family minivans tend to operate at a snails pace ).

Compounded by the fact that I'd gotten little to no sleep during my oncall the night before, I was literally gritting my teeth, just bare inches from reaching out of the car to violently manhandle the nearest unfortunate driver to release my pent-up frustrations. Or perhaps to throttle and bitchslap the next blithering idiot wandering aimlessly in search of their vehicle only to find it in the next lane - or the next floor!

Fortunately Charming Calvin was at hand to soothe the beast.


Yeah. I need to cool down!
Still that waste of my half hour searching had me zipping off in a huff at the end - in search of greener, less populated pastures.

Those who know me would probably say that I'm characterized by a near jittery maniacal intensity, akin to the eternally vibrating Sonic the Hedgehog, influencing all my deeds and actions. Unfortunately living in that particularly high energy, permanently high-velocity speed makes me sometimes slightly impatient... when it comes to work. When it comes to leisure. When it comes to life sometimes.

Perhaps I hate to be left waiting twiddling my thumbs. Perhaps it's all due to the fact that my time is precious and sorely limited - hemmed in by the impossible constraints of the job. Perhaps it's because I'm part of a fast-moving, mobile generation that demands speedy near-immediate satisfaction where the simple word patience has become almost a taboo.

Or perhaps it's plain genetics - and I'm just a plain impatient kinda guy.