|Patience (Guns N' Roses song) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)|
It takes patience.
What does? Oh, freaking everything.
Maybe it's waiting for that movie you've been dying to see to finally hit theaters. Or trying to convince your friends to go see it. Or waiting for it to hit Netflix, because the only ones who wanted to see it went and saw it without you, but then insisted on hanging out every weekend other than that one, so you couldn't even go see it by yourself.
(Why, yes, I am a little annoyed about Iron Man 3. Among many others.)
Maybe it's wanting to read that next volume of A Song of Ice and Fire that you pre-ordered, even though you suspect Martin will die before he finishes.
Maybe you're hungry now, but you have to cook first, and dagnabbit, why does it take water so long to boil?!
And maybe you've been dabbling with jobs and hobbies for your whole life, and you don't have a clue what you're supposed to do, and it's probably an illusion, but it sure seems like the rest of your cohort is at least on track, but you don't even know where your track is. And is it just you, sucking? Or is it just bad luck, and does your bad luck go back to you, sucking?
Or maybe you really hate exercise, but you're kind of a foodie and you're not really thrilled with your body at the moment (though, to be fair, when have you been?), so you don't have a ton of choice, and then everyone on your Facebook page seems to take unironic joy in running marathons?
OK, so maybe you need to get off Facebook. So you go to check Feedly, because Google Reader decided to stop existing, but your browser can't decide if it wants to crash or not, so you click an article, and then it freezes, and then you wait a few minutes, and you scroll down once, and it freezes again, so you switch to Firefox, thinking maybe Chrome is just Having A Day, but, nope, Firefox goes and does the same thing.
You have a great idea for a novel, but NaNoWriMo is months away, so you're impatient with the calendar.
It's Halloween night, so November starts in mere hours, and you don't have a clue what you want to write about for NaNoWriMo, so you're impatient with yourself.
And then that blogger you read, who is usually pretty good about updating daily and usually gives a heads-up when she's away, goes and misses a day.
Sorry again, folks.
Please be patient with me.
God knows I'm not.