Patience, My Dear

March 19, 2009 at 4:36 pm (Life)

I hate waiting.

There. I said it. I hate sitting around, twiddling my thumbs and waiting for things to happen. I realize that sometimes, this is what you have to do in life. That does not make me hate it any less. It also doesn’t mean I am good at waiting.

I fuss. I pace. I unpack and repack things. Some days are better than others, so I can sit down and read or listen to music. But mostly, especially when I’m waiting for people, I a fidgety bastard. I think I have everything I need packed, though, and that’s a definite bonus.

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