I am at the bank.
I hate the bank.
The lines, the finding out you forgot a certain detail and have to come back next time…
As I stand in line, I am a few people away from the service table. I could turn around, but I have been here for a while so I would be stuck with the thought of knowing I wasted time when I waited.
I could leave now and the line could just rapidly sort through… or, I’ll be here for an hour.
Sound familiar? How many times are you burdened with the thought of jumping ship but the idea of how much time you’ve spent waiting makes you hesitant to run away, walk away, look for another line to join?
Waiting is the hardest part of many things… if not, everything. Are we waiting to reach our goal or waiting to waste our time? I mean, I could get to the start of the line and the system could fail. Meaning I held on, but still lost. I endured and still came out with nothing.
The importance and dedication to the cause makes the wait necessary.
Worth it? Not all the time.
But definitely necessary.
Waiting is the most uncertain exercise we experience as humans. It is frustrating and fills you with anxiety. In as much as we have control over the situation… we have NO control over the situation. Especially when it involves other people. We wait for money, commitment, arrivals. We wait because we cannot control. And THAT is the frustration.
I am still in the line. I have moved I think about a meter since I came in. There are other branches. Further away, but the uncertainty of being at the end of a new line when I’m in the middle of this one does not sit right with me…
Waiting can be determined though. Like if the President walked in, he wouldn’t have to wait… but I am not the President. So I will wait.
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