Tuesday, May 08 2012
I wait a lot. There are a number of reasons for my sitting in my car or on a bench or grassy knoll outside of stores that don't interest me. The first reason is Jane, I've been waiting on her for forty-four years. There is a reason I wait for her, I love being with her, even if I am not interested in the event. Then there is the fact that I show up ten minutes early to almost everything, fair warning if you invite us over. Being early is a habit, it could be based in fear, anxiety, or my loving nature that doesn't want to offend, you choose. Most people I meet with are five- ten minutes late. They think this is entirely normal and not rude, in fact, they think they are not late unless it is fifteen minutes. Just test this out, if they are ten minutes late, no apology, it takes at least fifteen to create any sense of offence. This year I decided to take a positive step to change my demeanor while I am waiting, instead of blurting out when they do apologize, "I'm old, I don't have that much time left, furthermore, I don't want sorry, I want repentance." I have decided to read Leo Tolstoy's War and Peace while I wait. That is a very large tome of 1276 pages, so I have the kindle edition. I have read 7% and its only May- I am still in the opening scence.