Thursday, November 6, 2008

The Impatient Patient

I am starting this blog because I have run out of things to do and have internet access. I had a doctor's appointment at 8:30 am and it is now 11:18. I am a bored, impatient patient, however, rescheduling would be more work than waiting, so here I am.

3 comments:

Ronzzz said...

A casual observation of "The Impatient Patient" would suggest that a doctor's appointment is not required. No flaws are obvious, at least.

But, the subject, I think, is boredom. That's what the post said to me. If there exist an expert on this subject, I hope she/he joins this blog.

Because, I am a widower of almost three years; I haven't been employed for eight. So, finding ways to pass my time is a constant thing.

Oh, I have lots of toys, tv's, books, etc., etc. But, I have come to believe these are only a temporary fix. A longing for worth always drifts back even after a day of fun.

So, an almost constant search is constantly in my subconscious. And, I suppose this is normal. Man has to have a reason to be!

Melissa Beck said...

I agree that the main component of this diatribe is boredom. In our constantly overstimulated society, we seek entertainment, activity, fulfillment. Too often we find nothing entertaining and no fufillment in activity. Perhaps we should see comfort, solace and peace and wait for the others to find us? I am not sure, so I will drink another glass of wine and wait :-)

Melissa Beck said...

I agree that the main component of this diatribe is boredom. In our constantly overstimulated society, we seek entertainment, activity, fulfillment. Too often we find nothing entertaining and no fufillment in activity. Perhaps we should see comfort, solace and peace and wait for the others to find us? I am not sure, so I will drink another glass of wine and wait :-)