Relativity of Patience
I came to weird conclusion lately:
Patience is relative and the more resources one applies to it, the less it relatively becomes.
Patience is like a jello-tube. The harder you squeeze, the harder it becomes to grip and control. Perhaps it's relativity. The more emphasis you place on how long you have been waiting or how much you endure, the more effort you place into keeping up your patience, the more it ironically falters.
I have compromised much, much, indecent behaviours of colleagues. They conduct themselves in the utmost digusting manners possible. From vulgar public butt-scratching and other forms of pollution (visual, audio and aesthetic) to the plain ugly; back-stabbing, closet mugging-vis- bluffing of classmates about their working status. I'm not really a picky person, and I really dont care about other people's mannerism as long as I am not affected. I have survived one and a half years of this, yet within 2 months of enlightenment-via-bitching, my once-patience for them have dried up instantaneously.
Reflections of how much you endured makes what is to be endured seem more unjusified. Stupid human nature compresses the past year and dragged the past weeks. I am worried that I cannot last 7 years... perhaps I am just talking bluff.
Its tough to realise your jokes are not jokes when they really are.
Patience is relative and the more resources one applies to it, the less it relatively becomes.
Patience is like a jello-tube. The harder you squeeze, the harder it becomes to grip and control. Perhaps it's relativity. The more emphasis you place on how long you have been waiting or how much you endure, the more effort you place into keeping up your patience, the more it ironically falters.
I have compromised much, much, indecent behaviours of colleagues. They conduct themselves in the utmost digusting manners possible. From vulgar public butt-scratching and other forms of pollution (visual, audio and aesthetic) to the plain ugly; back-stabbing, closet mugging-vis- bluffing of classmates about their working status. I'm not really a picky person, and I really dont care about other people's mannerism as long as I am not affected. I have survived one and a half years of this, yet within 2 months of enlightenment-via-bitching, my once-patience for them have dried up instantaneously.
Reflections of how much you endured makes what is to be endured seem more unjusified. Stupid human nature compresses the past year and dragged the past weeks. I am worried that I cannot last 7 years... perhaps I am just talking bluff.
Its tough to realise your jokes are not jokes when they really are.
posted by F I S at
11:59 pm
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