So tired of waiting. We spend so much time in our lives waiting. Waiting for class to start, waiting for a friend, waiting for your food, waiting for the summer to come, waiting for class to be over, waiting for Mr./Mme. 'Right' (so they call it), waiting for the food to be cooked, waiting for your favorite TV show to come on, waiting for a stall in the Leacock basement bathroom, waiting for the handryer to be free so you can use it, waiting for a phone call, waiting in line for whatever crazy reason we wait in line for, waiting for a miracle to happen, waiting for a book that was just taken out by some mysterious person just a couple seconds before you got to the counter, waiting for a clip that is taking forever to load on YouTube, waiting for a movie you've anticipated for for a half a year, waiting for the truth to hit you in the face, waiting for the fall, not knowing if anyone will be there to catch you, waiting for an answer after sending out a million CVs, waiting for the doctor, waiting for your flight, waiting for your wish to come true, your prayers to be answered.
Of course, we've been able to master the art of multitasking (well some of us anyway), which makes the waiting more bearable and meaningful. Most of the time, what we end up discovering is that what we've been waiting so long for, really, wasn't worth the wait. Disappointment strikes us, but time has already been lost, nothing can be changed. So what better to do than waste more time waiting for something else (or the same thing in some cases), hoping that the result would be better than last time?
I thought that everything was going smoothly, but realize later that no...it's not. I think that the situation is within my grasp, only to be told that i was was never in control. I wait with patience but am disappointed repeatedly. Fate fools me into believing that what i've been waiting for is almost within reach, dangles it there in front of me, but never close enough for me to wrap my fingers around it. Finally, I can grasp it, but before i could even get a good look at it, it's been ruthlessly taken away. I continue to wait. But sometimes, i get so sick and tired of waiting, my patience wears thin, and i wonder why am i still waiting? So today, i decided to take a step back, and walk away. Wait for the next bus? I'll pass.
(<--Doesn't this picture look annoyingly familiar to you?)
Yup! it was the bus i'm talking about all this time. I mean, ok, come a little late, i'll wait, maybe grumble a little when you get here, but i'll wait. But just don't come completely!? That's just unacceptable. I've planned it perfectly, i even arrived 2 minutes early! Of course, i never planned that the bus wasn't going to come, had i considered this, i would have left not 2 minutes early, but 1/2 hour late. Of course it's worse when you actually have a place to get to, and, the bus that should have been here 2 minutes ago, still isn't here, and fifteen minutes later you realize that it won't be coming at all. So what can you do? Wait for the next one, cram in with the other 200 people (ok, a bit exaggerated here but... you get my gist), feel someone else's breath on the back of your neck, occasionally elbow the person next to you in the ribs, at times intentionally because they are intruding too much into your personal space (not that you have much to start off with already). But of course, before all this happens, you have to stand there, sometimes under the blazing sun, other times in the freezing cold weather, and of course, sometimes during that really annoying light rainfall. While waiting, you suddenly see a bus coming your way! "Oh my! finally! thank you! thank you!" it comes closer, and closer, and closer still, but you don't notice it slowing down one bit. Finally, it comes close enough for you to read the words at the top, "Hors Service - Desolé". Crap. False alarm. So much happiness for nothing. Then you see another bus approaching! Your little flame of hope has been rekindled, but before it can even flame up, it has been brutally stomped on again and only sad pathetic smoke rises from the remains of the half burnt wood. The 211. You realize it's the 211. This is the 4th damn 211 that has passed by now, and still no 191 or 190. What kind of world is this!? See what i mean by fate fools you?? Gives you false hopes and then wrenches it away ruthlessly. And then of course, you get on the bus finally, go through all the pushing and shoving and what else not that i mentioned above, and all that i didn't mention... after a long ride you finally get off the bus (after much more shoving and pushing again of course). You take a look at your watch and calculate how much time it took you to get home. The more you calculate th angrier you get. What do you do? Complain. Of course! Complain to whoever who would listen. Vent your frustration etc... And now, the following day, what do you do? You continue to wait patiently for the bus to screw you over once again, and the cycle continues.
