Impatient

An entirely personal blog posting. You have been forewarned.

“You are not impatient”, says my sister. “To be impatient, you need to have some patience to begin with”.

She is spot on.

Today I started watching an “infomercial” about a subject that interested me. On and on it went, droning over and over the same points. No way to skip to a “bottom line”. Clicked it off midway.

Sure, I remember all the advice that to reach an audience you need to tell them the same thing five ways as different people learn different ways. Guess that might work with a captive audience, that is, those still awake.

A question I sometimes ask myself is, “Have you missed golden opportunities because you are too impatient to hear the whole story?” Probably.

“Are you ahead of the game because you didn’t waste time with damn fools that can’t get to the point?” My ego wants a positive “YES” to that question.

One would surmise, after seven decades of breathing air and taking nourishment, I should have learned to be more patient. Hasn’t happened. If it does, I will need to change my blog title.

Impatience Can Bite

Every time a jury summons arrives, I’m reminded of why I chose my blog title.

After my mother moved into a long term care facility, I had all her mail forwarded to my post office box. Some time before she had given me power of attorney.

One day a Jury Summons arrived. I didn’t bother to read it, just noted the date/time in my planner, and tossed it into the “Shit I need to do” folder. Showed up at the Justice Center on the day, handed the summons to a clerk, and took a seat. Again, I didn’t bother to read it. Instead, opened my briefcase and started working.

Names are being called and I heard my mother’s name called. WTF? Then I read the summons and, yes, it had my mother’s name. Being totally cool, went to the window and explained why my mother couldn’t be there.

When my sister heard the story, I was in for even more teasing for the rest of my life. That woman forgets nothing.

Did I learn anything from this? Like read through my mail? Hell no.  As my sister explains, you need some patience to be impatience.

Shouldn’t this change now I am mostly retired? Hasn’t yet.