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Saturday, February 28, 2009
Waiting

its amazing how the wait can be so long and ardous when you wait for important people to return messages. Instant messages especially show the increasing impatience of humans as the twenty first century beings. This is something that i just realized as i am currently waiting for someone special to return a message. Its highly likely that someone special is watching gg or attending to art or some other distraction and has clearly misplaced her phone, or at worst case ignoring me, either way i am rather anxious and annoyed. I'm sitting here wondering with great anxiety if she'll ever reply and I wonder if she knows how I feel. That doesn't matter, though incidentally, my grandmother just texted me back after i sent her message two hours ago. This made me realized, that I should have expected a reply, but the two hour wait didn't really matter to me. Ah the impatience of the heart. Its not too bad in the twenty first century, human impatience has made messages arrive instantly, however i do wonder how they endured such endearing pain in the nineteenth century, when people special could be away for months and whereby the only medium of communication was letter writing. They had instant messaging that time too, it was called the telegraph. So much for fast and efficient. I, we could take a leaf out of the nineteenth century in terms of patience with matters of people special.


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