Is it the advancement of age that induced me to wake up one morning and simply crave… simplicity?
And in such a black and white fashion, too. No ifs, buts, or maybes, just simplicity.
The sparky taking too long to make his mind up about something? Too bad, I’ll make it up for you, then.
The apprentice faffing about cleaning his room? Too bad, I’ll put it all in the green wheelie receptacle and it’s out of my mind, eyesight and scope of thought.
Shopkeeper taking too long to serve me? I’m off, then, seeyalaterbai.
Call centre put me on hold? Too bad, I’ll phone elsewhere. Repeat seeyalaterbai.
And if the family can’t get their act together to agree on a family date, I’ve taken to making my own plans. Sans family. What’s that – you decided on a picnic at the lake? well, I am booked in for a pedi now – so enjoy the ants while I have my toenails painted. Coral pink, if you please.
When I was in my 20′s, I was alarmed at how intolerant my mother became over such a short period of time. She seemed to just transform from someone who waited patiently in line into someone who stood clicking and fidgeting and giving that sigh should someone take too long to choose between mortadella and parma ham. Now, I see myself evolving into that frame of mind. Only I don’t click, sigh or cluck. I just walk away and go elsewhere – or, worse – simply say “I was here first, I’ll have 250 grams of Prosciutto, thanks.” I do wonder later if they shave a bit of fingernail into my package.
The same premise applies to belongings. I haven’t got to the point where I am throwing away the folded towels, but do confess, should one of the boys leave trivial belongings laying about for too long I dispose of the offending item. No longer to their room, either. I up and chuck it. seeyalaterbai.
It’s like having life with a delete key.
What about you – are you tolerant, or are you heading into the seeyalaterbai camp yourself?