Well, I'm finding myself waiting...FOR DAYS. I've realized it's probably not worth the wait anymore, but let me tell you, I HATE waiting for somebody to return my form of communication. Call it what you will, but I absolutely do not have the patience nor the tolerance to wait around for a reciprocal message. Whether it's an Instant Message that is taking way more than the average response time, a text, a call-back, I can't handle it. I go absolutely mental. Not to sound like an anal, time-constrainted freak, but sometimes, lack of punctuality bothers the hell out of me.
I say this because Mufasa missed me, remember? Yea, well, I decided it was a good idea to punt my dignity and self-respect out the window like Adam Vinatieri would punt a football and text Mufasa on Monday...yea, still nothing. I don't want to make him sound like a douchebag asshole, because in all honesty, I don't actually believe that he is. I don't believe that his intentions are malicious and I don't believe that he's a bad person in the least, I just think his priorities are fucked three ways towards the weekend (thanks, Wedding Crashers, for that phenomenal phrase). Sorry if I'm vulgar, but refer to the very first post of this blog: I'm pretty sure I put a disclaimer out there saying I've got the mouth of a sailor. But I digress...I don't think Mufasa is mean, bad or anything of the sort, his life is just pretty effed up at the current moment, meaning he can't figure a damn thing out about anything...if that made any sense...
Moral of the story? Waiting for the return text is not only annoying, but discouraging. Bleh.
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