Patience

[DrFaroohk]

I have no patience. I wish I did. I try to be patient. If I'm waiting for someone to arrive, for instance, I clock in my head when I should expect them. They're leaving at noon, they're driving 30 miles and I know they drive well below the speed limit so I'm figuring on 1 hour. Then I figure they also gotta stop at the store and at some point, so I add on fifteen minutes for a c-store stop. I try to allot lots of extra time! Then I figure out what else is on the way - well his cousin ronnie lives on the way and he mentioned he'd be stopping in there to return his chainsaw, so I know that what should be a ten minute visit will be more like 30-60 minutes, so I add on another hour, then I finally add and figure and come up with 4 o'clock - and sure enough they show up at 6:30. Just in time for me to be liek "WHERE THE FUCKING FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN HOW DID IT TAKE YOU SIX AND A HALF HOURS TO DRIVE 30 FUCKING MILES!?!?!?!

[jackfaire]

That isn't a lack of patience. Getting pissed off in line at the grocery store and flipping out is no patience (normal circumstances) being upset that someone took all day is legitimate.

This last Sunday my mom pulled that kind of bs

[Rageaholic]

I have no patience either. You should see me at a long red light. I start shouting and cursing at the light. It may be just a few seconds of waiting, but for some reason, those few seconds are pure torture. I could go on and on about things I have no patience for, but I'd have to start my own thread, and people may think I'm nuts.

Wanna know what's funny, what's really ironic about it? Despite me being impatient, when people are pressuring me to do something NOW NOW NOW I resist the urge to let them have it. Though I'm searching, I would probably never last in a customer service oriented job. Not only am I an impatient son of a gun, but I'm slow myself and get overwhelmed easily. Talk about a contradiction.

[Boozy]

I can't calmly sit at red lights or stand in lines. I feel like I'm going crazy. I need to be doing something at all times.

Things got a bit better after I got a smart phone. If I'm stuck waiting around somewhere, I can catch up on my e-mail correspondence or shop for a pair of shoes online or something.

[jackfaire]

The joys of public transportation I can always be doing something while someone else drives.

[Rageaholic]

I can't calmly sit at red lights or stand in lines. I feel like I'm going crazy. I need to be doing something at all times.

Things got a bit better after I got a smart phone. If I'm stuck waiting around somewhere, I can catch up on my e-mail correspondence or shop for a pair of shoes online or something.

That's what it is. I have always had this thing about waiting. There are times when I can wait patiently, like during a long drive, because I know it's going to be long and I have plenty of time to kill. It's those small indefinate waits that make me crazy. Even if it's just a few seconds at a light, it's a few seconds where my life is on hold, and I don't know how long it's going to be. It's not like I can drift my attention away from the light and think about last Monday's episode of 24. Since the light can change at any moment, I must be focused on the light, because I need it to continue on my way.

It's the same thing with waiting in line, being put on hold, waiting for the check at a restaurant (BIG pet peeve of mine), and numerous other waits like that. The shorter the wait, the more held up you are (if that makes sense).

As for the OP, six and a half hours late?! That was your whole day spent waiting on someone to show up. I've experienced the same frusturation myself and has probably been the offender a couple of times too, but wow, that's gotta be frusturating. They might as well just say "I'll come by sometime between 12:00pm and 8:00pm tommorow".

[Fryk]

When I get impatient is when someone wants me and my wife to go to the store or something, and they tell me to "hurry up and get ready, we'll be leaving in a minute!" So I do. And it ends up being another half an hour before we actually leave because no one figured out what exactly we needed to pick up until right as we started getting ready, or her mom wants to go, too so she has to put on her spackle make-up.
I usually end up going back upstairs and logging into my computer to surf for a while while I wait. Of course, then when they're FINALLY ready, someone has to shout "Why aren't you down here? We're READY!


Argle blargle.

[powerboy]

That's what it is. I have always had this thing about waiting. There are times when I can wait patiently, like during a long drive, because I know it's going to be long and I have plenty of time to kill. It's those small indefinate waits that make me crazy. Even if it's just a few seconds at a light, it's a few seconds where my life is on hold, and I don't know how long it's going to be. It's not like I can drift my attention away from the light and think about last Monday's episode of 24. Since the light can change at any moment, I must be focused on the light, because I need it to continue on my way.

It's the same thing with waiting in line, being put on hold, waiting for the check at a restaurant (BIG pet peeve of mine), and numerous other waits like that. The shorter the wait, the more held up you are (if that makes sense).

That is how I am. I must always be doing something. Its those few seconds that I am doing nothing that bad for me.

[Gerrinson]

Of course, then when they're FINALLY ready, someone has to shout "Why aren't you down here? We're READY!


Argle blargle.

Oy. That was my mother every single day when I was a kid. In winter, she'd make my brother and I put on our jackets, boots, hats, mittens etc. while she was still doing her make up and not dressed. Roughly 30 minutes before she'd actually be ready to leave.

Of course, when you start dripping in sweat, you shed a few layers. She'd ge screeching about 'How can you not be ready? Now I'm going to be late and IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!' Nevermind that by the time she had her coat on and grabbed her purse and keys that I would be ready to walk out the door, thus not slowing her down at all.

You want me ready, I'll be ready, but don't make me stand around waiting on you for half an hour because I will make myself comfortable rather than suffer silently for your convenience.

[jackfaire]

My mom is one of those "Your not ready yet?!!??!?!" people.

If she asks for my help I know an entire day is gonna be shot. She takes all day to come pick me up so usually I run errands (if I have a cell) or chill out doing stuff around my home. I get a shower out of the way but I don't even throw my shoes on until she is in my parking lot.

Then she gets irate if I have a couple of last minute things to do like throw on a coat and shoes even though she said we were starting at 7 AM and it is now 2 in the afternoon.