Patience is a virtual, or at least so I’ve been told. Personally, I have very little of it. This hasn’t served me very well in life and it’s something, that while aware of, I still struggle with.
What does this mean for me day to day? It means that I have little tolerance for traffic, lines at the grocery store, and commercials. Worse yet it means that I have little patience for things that I don’t do well. I love to learn but I loathe not mastering things immediately.
Recently I purchased a new camera, all pimped out with HD filming capabilities and fancy functions. I thought I knew what I was doing, took it to the hospital to take pictures of my brand new niece, and then full of excitement I uploaded them to my computer. Only, it didn’t. The pictures were gone, not formatted, and I couldn’t make them appear no matter what I did.
They were the first pictures of her and they were gone…just gone. I was so upset I put my camera away and didn’t touch it for another couple of months. That’s how pissed I got. I couldn’t understand it and I had NO patience to try and figure out what I should have just understood. The same thing happened with my camera card port on my computer-it stopped reading the card at all but the card works in other computers. That’s still not fixed and I’m not even trying to fix it—I give up.
It’s a horrible trait, being so impatient and easily frustrated. It’s hindered me in a lot of areas. The following are just some of the instances where my lack of patience has proved detrimental:
- Grocery shopping while hungry and eating part of something before it’s paid for.
- Hanging up the phone before the other person is done talking, without realizing it.
- My anticipation of a wild night often led to me day drinking in college and
- When something changes the plan I had in my head I get so angry. Change and I don’t sit well together.
- I hate being late to anything, so if I’m running late and something further delays me…forget about it, I will be livid.
More than anything, I’ve been short on patience with people; with their excuses. Don’t complain to me that you can’t get your work done and then tell me you’re napping. Don’t tell me that you feel like crap and then light up a cigarette. Don’t look me in the face and say “I wish I had your stamina” because, honey, I’m exhausted! Don’t even get me started on people who suck at life and pass on tasks they are fully capable of onto other people.
The only way I stay sane, if that is what I am, is to remember that everything is relative. Keeping things in perspective is pretty key to keeping my blood pressure at bay.