I Have a Temper At Times
Not Everything Is Instant
When I began using my first computer and ventured onto the internet using a dialup connection, it might take an hour to upload a photo. Downloading what passed for apps could be a day's commitment and if it failed somehow, you had to start over.
Now, it's much better, isn't it?
Well, internet connections are better, but people aren't. I've noticed something. Once upon a time, foot stamping was done by small children frustrated by being denied something they wanted or wild with impatience because something took too long.
Foot stamping is back. I see it from children, yes, but it's also evident in people who are far too old to be exhibiting childish behavior. Waiting in line at the grocery store, waiting for the person directly ahead of us to move when the light turns green, waiting for someone we can't see to text back - all of those and many more provoke figurative foot stamping.
Foot stamping essentially translates to one thought: Why are you impeding me? Don't you know who I AM?
I am debuting a new acronym aimed at this sort of thinking. GOY. Get over yourself. That one and IMGOM. I must get over myself.
Laughing. I went to worldometer to get the figures for the world population and thirty seconds later I'm still looking at "Retrieving Data." WTH?
I guess there is a customer ahead of me in line.
And that's my point. There IS somebody ahead of me in line. Worldometer, knowing I might throw a stapler at them if they didn't step up with SOMETHING, anxiously spouted canned information that happened before this nanosecond. I know now that world population reached seven billion in October, 2011.
Close enough for my purposes. You are one of more than seven BILLION citizens of the planet. As am I.
We weep and wail and ask why we can't all live in peace and then react with homicidal anger when the elderly man at the express checkout retrieves coupons from his wallet.
IMGOM. I am one tiny ant in a vast anthill. Whether I am patient or impatient, the coupon redeeming will proceed at the same pace. MY blood pressure will eventually become a concern, but nothing else will change.
Chill. Not only are those ahead of me in line not slowing things down to deliberately inconvenience me, they are not even aware I exist. I am throwing a temper tantrum in a vacuum and that's just dumb.
So, friends. Peace, serenity and steady even breathing. Instant oatmeal, WIFI that moves faster than thought and delivery from McDonalds (can't get over that last) save us so much time we can lean against the grocery cart and breathe easy.
Worldometers.com still hasn't come through with up to the moment world population. I just don't have time for this. By the time the number appears on the screen it will already be wrong anyway.
When I began using my first computer and ventured onto the internet using a dialup connection, it might take an hour to upload a photo. Downloading what passed for apps could be a day's commitment and if it failed somehow, you had to start over.
Now, it's much better, isn't it?
Well, internet connections are better, but people aren't. I've noticed something. Once upon a time, foot stamping was done by small children frustrated by being denied something they wanted or wild with impatience because something took too long.
Foot stamping is back. I see it from children, yes, but it's also evident in people who are far too old to be exhibiting childish behavior. Waiting in line at the grocery store, waiting for the person directly ahead of us to move when the light turns green, waiting for someone we can't see to text back - all of those and many more provoke figurative foot stamping.
Foot stamping essentially translates to one thought: Why are you impeding me? Don't you know who I AM?
I am debuting a new acronym aimed at this sort of thinking. GOY. Get over yourself. That one and IMGOM. I must get over myself.
Laughing. I went to worldometer to get the figures for the world population and thirty seconds later I'm still looking at "Retrieving Data." WTH?
I guess there is a customer ahead of me in line.
And that's my point. There IS somebody ahead of me in line. Worldometer, knowing I might throw a stapler at them if they didn't step up with SOMETHING, anxiously spouted canned information that happened before this nanosecond. I know now that world population reached seven billion in October, 2011.
Close enough for my purposes. You are one of more than seven BILLION citizens of the planet. As am I.
We weep and wail and ask why we can't all live in peace and then react with homicidal anger when the elderly man at the express checkout retrieves coupons from his wallet.
IMGOM. I am one tiny ant in a vast anthill. Whether I am patient or impatient, the coupon redeeming will proceed at the same pace. MY blood pressure will eventually become a concern, but nothing else will change.
Chill. Not only are those ahead of me in line not slowing things down to deliberately inconvenience me, they are not even aware I exist. I am throwing a temper tantrum in a vacuum and that's just dumb.
So, friends. Peace, serenity and steady even breathing. Instant oatmeal, WIFI that moves faster than thought and delivery from McDonalds (can't get over that last) save us so much time we can lean against the grocery cart and breathe easy.
Worldometers.com still hasn't come through with up to the moment world population. I just don't have time for this. By the time the number appears on the screen it will already be wrong anyway.
