As an impatient person, I find that one of the things that irritates me the most is when I attempt to do something that I have never done before, or something that I have difficulty doing.
My first experience driving standard resulted in me truly understanding the depth of my impatience. A force from within, a combination of exasperation and frustration fought its way out of me as I stalled on hill after hill. I cried. Not helping the situation was my teacher, who was also an impatient person.
|My friend on the mountain, he's a great boarder!|
As time went on, I found myself regularly testing my patience. Around 2001, I tried snowboarding. To this day I have trouble recalling why I insisted on returning to the mountain after the first time. I am the type of snowboarder that real snowboarders hate. I am a nuisance and a danger. I clumsily attempt to gracefully vacate the chairlift, fail, and then barely pick myself up in time to avoid getting smoked by skis. I have zero speed control, and I am usually throwing a temper tantrum. I have cried 90% of time times I was on a mountain. I ventured as often as I did to give the sport a fair chance, and because I was a conformist. I have since given away all my snowboarding gear. I am no longer a conformist and I realize that I am simply too intolerant to pursue it any further. I also don’t like being cold.
As I get older and acquire wisdom, I learn how to control my indignant outbursts. I used to be guilty of “Road Rage”, until I realized that getting so angry at the people on the roads was only adding to my own stress levels. This has somewhat manifested into “Sidewalk Rage”, where I constantly feel irked at people walking slow in front of me. I have started using the same mindset in dealing with this as I used when abolishing the road rage. Getting frustrated at people for going slowly even when I am not in a hurry is the epitome of impatience. I truly am an impatient person!
Unfortunately, I have not discovered any tactics in combating the agitation I feel when trying something new. Prompting me to write about my impatience is my recent attempts to fix my own PC. Not only is this is something that I am new at; it is also something that is reasonably complex to the average person. As you can predict, I experience complications. Each time I open the damn thing up and asses the hardware that I’m going to have to move and unplug and unscrew, I feel overwhelmed. I almost give up before even starting. A user manual is usually provided, but I can’t find the patience to leaf through it. After I calm down, I usually start unscrewing and it eventually makes sense. I put it all back together and enjoy the momentary pride: a self satisfying reward for a job well done. Then, something goes wrong. Usually, it is something big. The force returns; this time it’s exasperation and frustration boosted by raw anger. I literally have to sit on my hands to avoid smashing the fucking thing to pieces and throwing it in the alley. I almost cry, and then I give up. I do not have the patience to fail repeatedly
Wish me luck and thanks for reading!