Hello! Welcome to Musing Interruptus. Sometimes we wait. Wait and see, wait on someone, wait for it…because some phrases are worth waiting for. Today, The Perils and Rewards of Waiting.
Imagine a hospital waiting room. Sterile, stale air, busy, with fluorescent lighting and time to kill. You are hoping that is the only thing that will die when you are in a hospital waiting room. Worst case scenario, right?
Wait around for something to happen and you will be deemed passive. Be a doer and shaker, take control of your life… don’t just wait around for something to happen. Even if it's not your turn. Picture the deli counter at the supermarket, I hate those little numbers that dictate your fate. You take number 247, and you look at the screen: it’s number four’s turn. Come on, go for it, jump over the counter and grab that deli meat! Take a bite out of that Iberian Ham! Yum! Well, you might not be able to bite it, unless you have razor-sharp teeth or you are a shark. Are you a shark?
Composure!
Waiting for someone, ahh the expectation the person will arrive, walk in the door and something new will happen. A new conversation, a plan to take over the world, to write a story, make a movie, escape to a deserted island, rob a bank. I hope you are not waiting for the getaway car. You know you should not hire an uber when you need a getaway car, you might be waiting longer than you expect. Zero stars sir, zero stars!!!
I just can’t wait for some things to happen. The expectation is too big, big feelings! Remember when we were children and said things like: I can’t wait to be a grown-up! How wrong were we!? I mean, ok, I’m enjoying all of this buying a cake or taking off whenever I want, except I rarely do. I generally make a note, plan; I consider the ramifications. Go back and forth, write about it a thousand times, make a list. In the end, I wonder how long could I wait? Because… all good things come to those who wait. I want good things, so I can wait. What are the good things in life? They are worth waiting for, aren’t they? To be honest, I’m not all that sure. I guess the only way to find out is to wait and see. I’ll let you know how it goes.
Wait a second!! I mean, not literally a second… maybe 60. If it is 60 seconds, then you need to ask a person to give you a min… a full one. Give me a minute, please.
We need to talk about being waited on, hand and foot. Who doesn’t like this? I can see it now, lying on a beach, beautiful people tending to my every want and desire… Lower me in the ocean, no! Now lift me! Go on, like a teabag, yes. I am the tea bag and the ocean is my cup. Then swirl me around, wait, careful, not too close to that shark! I shouldn’t have to tell you?! Because when somebody waits on you hand and foot, they should be able to anticipate every last need and desire.
You might be waiting for your big break, that one chance to shine and show the world what a bright star you are. An understudy waiting for the lead to break their leg, literally… they are waiting in the wings, that is, waiting to take someone’s place, for example, in a play.
I love to hurry up and wait. It’s like winning the contest of time. If I hurry up and get there before expected, I surely can do something else. So there, I’ve won! Suck it! Unless it’s to die… don’t hurry up to do that. If someone is waiting for me to die, they might be waiting to inherit my very large pile of sand, you might say, they are waiting for a dead man’s shoes.
There you have it, lots of waiting has gotten us nowhere fast. What do you think? Do good things come to those who wait? What is the longest you’ve waited for a good thing? I’m listening.
