The Ability To Face Time

I had tried to write about Strawberry but it turns out ... uhm, no. Tonight while I was reading Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert, I had many many thoughts. They've kept running around and around. I turned on this blog then turned off, then I said to myself "WRITE". yeah, whatever.
Here is my confession. I CAN NOT face time. nope, I can't.
It means I'm impatient. You know when I see somebody doing his/her work at ease, in case he/she shouldn't but quickly, I just want to take it for he/she immediately. I can't stand it, how sad it is. Sure, I am fast, quick. But that's not an excuse for me to feel sorry for those people. It's not my business, certainly it's unacceptable. I think today I figure why. I always want these things DONE to MOVE to another things. I scream inside "Damn it, what the hell that you do it slowlyyyyyyy like time drops in the floor and you just like can pick it up and play with it while I am standing here and want to do something else". Oh NO, this is bad.
Remember the old days I'd taken "Draw class" in Hang Ruoi streets, and, well some other classes, too, my mom said that it was a disaster for anyone who picked me up late, even 5 mins, she wouldn't be there any longer. Yes, somehow I always find my own way to get back home: walk, bus, get some ride from friends... Probably because I hate studying, everything has a label: class, even my favorite drawing. I can't accept the atmosphere, so nervous, competitive, I don't know, we'll get back this topic later.
The very first days in my college. I learned how to wait. 'til now, everything seems OK. I can wait, for a class, a friend, a date, parties... So, this is the way people usually do (I guess only in Vietnam). Boys or Girls, gather together by a small or large group, after school, telling whatever they want to tell. Wait for going home, together. This is exactly what I can't do. Home together? Are you kidding me? I hate this. I mean the purpose of doing it is just GO HOME. How do you guys can share together on a long long road. I don't get it. It makes me distract. Even I'm on bus, I hate seeing, passing by someone looks familiar. SHIT. "Oh, hi" "How it's going". Nope. I just want to be home. So, if by chances pass me by on a bus (it must be after class), ignore me. My pleasure.
2009 brought me some lessons. I've learned to calm. Take it easy. Listen carefully. No rush. I know it's not enough, I'll do it better this year, to complete the skill of Wait. (I don't want to dig in, it's complicated and I'm sleepy, too)