PATIENCE, SCHMATIENCE
I can’t remember a time I wasn’t impatient. I’m really fast at so many things, that impatience seems like my default state. Sometimes I feel like I have to wait for everyone: to catch up, to get it, to keep up with me. That makes me sound arrogant and rude, but most of the time, I’m just impatient on the inside. I hate waiting, but I do it when I have to, which is a great deal of the time. I know that people aren’t as fast as me, but I don’t make apologies for my speed. I’m not talking...