Somehow in my mind, I've confused the somewhat famous Oscar Wilde quote "Patriotism is a virtue of the wicked," with "Patience is a virtue of the wicked." It doesn't make sense, except when I am impatiently waiting.
I like to claim that I'm impatient because I am the younger of two children, but the fact of the matter is that the two are completely unrelated. There is nothing in my younger-brother-childhood that explains my impatience for things, nor the fact that the more important something is, the more impatient I become.
And when it is a decision I am waiting for from someone else, receiving the decision as quickly as possible becomes more important, even if it is not the one I was hoping for, than getting the decision I was hoping for over a longer period of waiting. The need to know outranks the hope for the best possible outcome. In the grand scheme of things, it is a miniscule issue, especially since I am so aware of it.
Still, the waiting game is one that I have sparsely enjoyed playing.
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