The thing about waiting, for anything, whether in a line at the 24-hour Walgreens or the drive-thru at Starbuck's waiting for your morning Skinny Mocha, is that, well it sucks. No one likes to wait in lines, and in a world where we can do multiple things at once at all times and post how we're feeling to the world in seconds, the waiting seems worse. It seems like, well, we're waiting that much longer.
We're standing behind the guy with a shaved head and tattoo's who's moist pasty skin rolls peak out from the rolled edges of his cut dingy t-shirt waiting to get the birth control that will keep us from having his three noisy kids that keep grabbing the bottles of vitamins off the shelves as ten people stand in line try not to stare at the kids like they are monsters. It's also sitting in our cars Tweeting, Facebooking, Google +ing, Instagraming, What's Apping, all about coffee, then wrinkling ours noses as we notice we forgot to hit the re-circulation button on our air conditioner and can now smell the exhaust of the once maroon Plymouth in front of us instead of the cloud of coffee always surrounding Starbuck's.
Right now I am waiting, for many things, but mostly to find out what direction my life will be taking. I am standing in lines watching tattooed hairy armpit fat and smelling exhaust from vehicles that should have been put out to pasture a decade ago. Today was rough and reminiscent of my life four years ago, one I left for a reason.
"Patience is a virtue," that's a saying right? Well, I think whoever said that, wasn't waiting in a world where instant gratification is felt before you're even done typing the wor-