It occurs to me that one of the most unfortunate repercussions of always-always being late is that one never actually ends up waiting for others. Which would be why I'm absolutely terrible at waiting. And which would also explain why I feel like the universe is trying to teach me a rather miserable lesson for the past few months, and all I'm being asked to do is hold-my-breath and wait (some more). Waiting for direction, waiting for permanence, waiting for romance - waiting for something to happen to shake me out of this goddamn placidity.
Not to be rude limbo, but I'm getting very tired of you.