#lackofpatience

[magicmustang]

Instant

Sometimes I wonder what life was like years ago, that’s not to say that I don’t wonder about the future and what life will be like for my grandchildren or great grandchildren. I just wonder if life was really simpler before we entered the NOW era. 

Instant everything!

[roadara23]

.......so, apparently I can be the Devil. First thing's first. I have 2 ways of sitting. 1). I slouch and cavemen honestly had better posture than me. 2). I sit up straight, or leaning slightly back in the chair, spine slightly curved, but barely, and I am fucking royalty, and you better damn well respect me. Usually no in between. Then I have two patience levels. 1). I can put up with just about anything and everything God can throw at me, and I will grace all things with kindness and a smile, even if I want nothing more than for you to burn in Hell and I'm screaming internally. 2). I have absolutely NO patience for your fucking bull fucking shit, at all, and I have no problem with showing all the fucks I don't give and letting the world burn as I happily smile and dance on the ashes of everyone and everything around me, gleefully going mad from the ecstasy of it all. (And with this mood, glares of several varieties, annoyed huffs that are loud enough to be heard, dramatic sighing, and exhaling loudly through my nose in irritation, are very likely to occur. Why? Because I'm a brat and give absolutely no fucking fucks any more about politeness or anything). Again. Usually no in between. So, I'm with my mother. She decided to stop at her work to do a couple random things. And there are some people she works with there. ..okay..no big deal..small room, people..I can do this.. So she sits down to do things. And at first, I'm okay. I'm doing good. But then people start talking, and a couple have to make phone calls but people keep on fucking talking to each other over them, (which I just fine completely rude,) and I'm just very quickly getting fed up and done with the whole thing and just being there. My, very little to begin with, patience is dwindling at an alarming rate. I'm sitting back like royalty, quietly sighing and huffing before I even realize it. And one of the women there keeps talking to my mother. Which makes my mother completely stop what she's doing to talk. And then she asks her for something, and before I realize I'm doing it, I'm giving her a look. We only make eye contact for about half a second, but I must've had a pretty darn good look on my face. Because something flashed in her eyes, and she stuttered telling my mother that she didn't have to do whatever it was she asked her for. That pretty much made my moment right there. I smirked and chuckled darkly to myself. Ahhh...good times, noodle salad.