Waiting
I don’t like waiting. No wait, I hate waiting and that is what I do everyday. I wait for the bus in the morning and it always late. The bus drops me off the Metro and I wait again. The good thing is that the Metro has a ticker that tells you how many more minutes a train will arrive. It’s a brilliant concept. I get off the train and then wait again for the next train.
I get to work and I wait everyday for people to provide me their contents. Without the contents the site is just a piece of eye candy. I move on the next project and wait for more contents. So now I am working on three sites simultaneously with missing contents. Isn’t that fun?
I go home. I wait for the Metro and the bus again. Not only that I wait for my wife to come out of her work so we can ride the bus home together. Yesterday I snapped because of all the waiting that builds up day after day. Well, I didn’t snapped. I was just being grumpy. Everyday seemed like a waiting day for me. I took my crankiness out on her. We got into a little heated argument on waiting, but we made up afterward. Still love her to death.
I suppose I need some waiting management. I can’t seem to distract myself from waiting. I more I look at the clock, the more impatient I get. A minute becomes an hour. An hour seems like infinity. Let’s just say that waiting sucks.
“— and waiting means racing ahead, means seeing time and the present not as a gift, but as a barrier, denying and negating their value, vaulting over them in your mind. Waiting, people say, is boring. But in actuality, it can just as easily be diverting, because it devours quantities of time without our ever experiencing or using them for their own sake. One could say that someone who does nothing but wait is like a glutton whose digestive system processes great masses of food without extracting any useful nourishment. One could go further and say that just as undigested food does not strengthen a man, time spent in waiting does not age him. Granted, such pure and unalloyed waiting practically never happens.”
I just read that yesterday in The Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann.
At least you have your youth!
I read your website when I wait. So it can’t be all bad is it? :-)
just bust out your iphone and browse the net! that if you have one!
take up tai chi chih.
all these waiting episodes–at the bus, at the grocery store, at the restroom (for guys it’s the home bathroom)–they can be used to balance your Chi. often most people don’t have time or don’t want to make time to meditate/pray/balance.
waiting gives us that opportunity. plus, down the road you may not need to see a shrink and take up anti-anxiety pills.
i am with Donny…waiting is sucks!
makes me wanna be like Hulk, just crush everything that’s in my way. hehe.
Bring book or music with you while waiting. It makes the time fly faster. Talking to someone on the phone is helping too, except sometime you run out of people or things to say :-)
About “We got into a little heated argument on waiting”, she doesn’t the cause why you take it out on her? But it’s sweet when “we made up afterward” hehehe