Popular Post Kohloo Posted June 12, 2017 Popular Post Share Posted June 12, 2017 How much patience do you have while you're out in public? As I'm getting older, my patience level for being out in public is getting much smaller. I've come to despise the city! I find that many city-folk are always in a big rush, are more judgemental, and tempers are thin. It constantly feels like some sort of rat race. And what's the end goal? Nothing really. Not to mention the city never sleeps, you can hear traffic at absolutely any time of night. While I'm out in public, whether it be for travelling or grocery shopping, I find that I am eternally getting frustrated and like I'm about to completely lose my mind. It's honestly gotten to the point where I'm fairly certain one of these days I'm going to completely snap. I'll probably lose it in a grocery store and go shrieking out of the place in a frustrated rage, away into the wilderness. I'll go live with the darn bears. I'm sort of glossing over everything at the moment, I could go on an endless tirade about how I feel about the city. It's everything, the people and the sounds and the mentality and the constant go go go. I'm constantly stressed out and anxious and I can actually feel my heart rate and blood pressure rising dangerously. Let's just say I wouldn't mind living in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Preferably before I have a complete meltdown... As much as I hate the city, I am very guilty of being one of those city-folk. It's actually what I've become that makes me hate the city. It turns me into a different person (a miserable person). I wear headphones specifically so I don't have to deal with the people around me. I'm always in a rush. I'm just as pushy and rude as everyone else around. I never take the time to relax or try to think positive during my travels. All of these traits are -extremely- prominent while I'm going about on public transit. When I'm out of the city, I'm a very different person. I'm calm, I'm relaxed, and I'm actually happy in life. I properly feel like myself during those times. The city is fun to visit every once in awhile, but it obviously isn't suited for me to live in it. I've also only just recently consciously realized that I tend to feed off the energy of the people around me, you can imagine how that gets. Alright, now let's try something different. [spoiler=Rules]After spending a week at my parents' house, today is the day where I make my trek back into the city. It's also the day where I've decided to challenge myself. Here are the rules: •No headphones •No playing on my phone •No rushing •Try to smile at least once •Pay attention to what's around me •Remember to breathe, seriously That seems like a lot of rules, and impossible ones at that. Let's try it anyway! Ready? Okay. [spoiler=Lonsdale Quay]My aunt had an appointment today, so for the first part of my journey I got a ride. Gives me a chance to mentally prepare myself for what's ahead. After waiting with her until her appointment, I begin my trek. First up, big ass hill. Thankfully, my journey is down the hill. No music? Kinda weird, but I think I can dig it. Crossed paths with a friendly old lady, I got to try my hand at smiling and saying good morning (turns out, I've still got it in me). Okay, this walk is a pleasant way to ease myself into the challenge. Take my time, do a bit of window shopping, try to resist the urge to run down the neverending hill like a maniac (nothing to do with patience, I just want to see if I'm capable of stopping myself before momentum launches me into the ocean at the bottom). It's the next part where the challenge really begins. [spoiler=SeaBus Pt 1]Okay, here we go. The next chapter in my saga? The SeaBus. For those of you that don't know (which is basically everyone that hasn't been to Vancouver BC), the SeaBus is part of the public transportation system. Vancouver has a lot of water going through it and fairly large docks for the shipping industry. There are bridges and you can go around the water, but as you can imagine it adds quite a bit of time to your commute. For those travelling by transit, the best option to deal with the water is to go straight across it, that's where the SeaBus comes in. It's a very small passenger ferry and it only takes about 10-15 minutes to get across the water. One of my favourite things about showing Vancouver to people is taking them on the SeaBus. It offers a unique transit experience and the view is pretty fricken cool. Unfortunately, I personally lost the wonderment of the SeaBus because it became a regular part of my commute. For me, it was just another part of transit, another part of dealing with people. The charm was totally ruined for me. [spoiler=SeaBus Pt 2]My usual SeaBus travel routine? •get there fast. I'm either running to catch the boat about to leave, or I wanna be first for the next one. •don't sit down, don't even look at those benches in the waiting area. •line up at the first or second boarding doors until it's time to get on the boat. •while boarding, go all the way to the other side to get a seat right next to the front exit doors. •be standing and ready to get off the boat before it's even docked. •put those lovely long legs to use and stay at the head of the pack to beat the crowd. [spoiler=SeaBus Pt 3]This time though, I'm doing things a bit different. There's a boat about to leave. If I run, I can make it, easy. But that would defeat the purpose of the challenge before it's barely even begun. Time to slow down, I'll catch the next boat in 15min instead. After all, I'm not on any sort of time limit today. So I missed the boat, and I feel good. Today, no queuing at the boarding doors, I'm actually going to sit down on one of the benches. Getting a bit fidgety because I can't play with my phone, but I can cope. Started to get a bit anxious as more people arrived and started queuing up at the doors. I had to put in a conscious effort to not sit on the edge of the bench and resist the urge to grab my stuff and line up with everyone else. I made myself stay on the bench until the boat arrived and the ramps were down. Once the ramps were down, I couldn't sit still any longer and had to stand up in the line. I managed to stay at the back of the crowd though and was one of the last few to board, so I did okay thus far. I deliberately chose one of the seats far away from the exit side. At this point, I was starting to feel anxious and on edge. Rather than dwell on it too much, I looked at the scenery for the duration of the ride. It helped calm me down, and for the first time in years I actually really enjoyed the SeaBus. Turns out the charm never left, my vision was just too clouded to see it. For departure, I remained seated until the ramps were down and I stayed at the back of the crowd while getting off the boat. So far so good, I think I'm ready for the next part. [spoiler=SkyTrain Pt 1]Another thing I've enjoyed showing people is the SkyTrain. For those that are wondering, the SkyTrain is exactly the same as a subway. The main difference is that it's above ground (and even above the roads), rather than being underground like a subway. It offers a really cool view of the city. It is, once again, something that lost charm for me years ago. It's also complete madness during peak times. Fortunately I dealt with the SkyTrain before the usual morning chaos, otherwise my challenge would have utterly failed. [spoiler=SkyTrain Pt 2]So how do I usually go about riding the SkyTrain? •gotta rush, no patience. •stand right behind the yellow line. •choose where to board the train based on what station I'm getting off at. •I became a master at knowing where to stand for the doors to line up when the train came. I also memorized all of the stations, so it was extremely easy for me to know which door to go to so that I get off right in line with the exit from the station. •be as unapparoachable as possible, there's always people around that need help figuring out where to go. •stand on the side of the train I'll be getting off. •play on my phone or stare at the floor, heaven forbid I look out the windows. •those lovely long legs get a lot of use while travelling transit. I like to stay ahead of the crowd and I really know how to haul ass when I'm on a mission. Unfortunately I can put myself in mission mode without actually having a mission, so I always haul ass. [spoiler=SkyTrain Pt 3]But, in theme with today's challenge, I am once again doing things differently! Transferring from the SeaBus to the SkyTrain, I took my time. I sauntered along almost lazily (which hilariously took a lot of internal effort). At the platform I didn't line up for a change. I stood back and waited patiently. I managed to distract myself by staring intently at the train map. I'm not real sure if I actually looked at it or if I just gave it a borderline death glare. I must have seemed approachable enough though because a lady asked me for directions. I managed to quickly quell my annoyance. I was friendly and actually helped her. She was thankful, smiles are contagious, and what do you know? Not everyone is an asshole and I actually enjoy the pleasant interaction with strangers, who knew. So I'm able to peacefully board the train and carry on. As someone that used to be addicted to my phone, and still occasionally struggling not to relapse, not playing with my phone while on transit is exceptionally difficult for me. [spoiler=Phone Addiction]When I say I was addicted to my phone, I don't mean the, "oh haha I love my phone lol," like most people. I was genuinely addicted to the point where it was starting to seriously negatively impact my relationships with the people around me. It got to the stage that I actually had to give up my smartphone cold turkey and switch to a basic flip phone. It's only in the last couple of months (beginning of April) that I've allowed myself to get a smartphone again (iPhone 7, 128gb). It's been a struggle for me not to relapse, and recent life stress hasn't been helping. Fortunately this time around I have people to support me. But I do have my weak moments, and it takes incredible willpower for me to overcome them. I know it seems like a strange addiction, but it is very real for me. It just serves as proof that addiction can come from anywhere and that we need to take care of ourselves. Anyway, I thought I heard my phone get a message so I took it out. Turns out the person in the seat ahead of mine just has the same ringtone, it was hard to put the phone back away. I made it this far though, I'm not gonna let myself fail now. So I looked out the windows. Apparently I got too invested in the view because I almost missed my stop. It was kind of pleasant though because I was actually enjoying the ride, for a change! [spoiler=SkyTrain Pt 4]This stop wasn't actually my final destination, but where I had to make a quick transfer to a different train. I didn't quite pay attention though and I got off the platform on the wrong side of the street. It aaaalmost pissed me off. But I forced myself into my happy place and decided to find some positives. First of all, all I had to do was cross the street and re-enter the station on the proper side (hardly an inconvenience really). Secondly, it gave me the opportunity to treat myself to something to eat along the way, I was starting to feel hungry! So I stopped at the cafe. It was my intention to get something cool to drink and something savoury to eat. I left with a cinnamon rasperberry hot chocolate and a rocky road bar (a chocolate fudge and marshmallow monstrosity with nuts in it). So instead of cool and savoury, I got hot and sweet. Do I regret my decision? Yes. Was it still delicious despite the regret? Of course. Did I feel like I was going to die from a heat and sugar overload? Most definitely. We live with our choices, moving on! Heading back into the proper area of the station that was someone handing out a free local newspaper. Usually I never bother with it, but I decided to grab one anyway (besides, it gave me a chance to practice being friendly and smiling), I figure it'd help keep me distracted from my phone for the last part of my journey. I got on the second train much the same as the first one, calm and not rushed. Turns out the newspaper was a silly idea, not only is it awkward to look at on a train (people make it look so easy, I had no idea what I was in for), it was also very small and took me mere minutes to get through the parts of interest. So it was back to looking around. My phone came out for a second time during the trip, however this time it was in response to an advertisement in the train I would have never seen during my usual routine (in the interest of bettering public information and knowledge, the Canadian Red Cross is currently giving away first aid pocket guides, the ad provides a number for you to text the word 'guide' to and arrange where you want your free first aid guide sent to). So it was actually something useful and I had an easier time putting my phone away compared to the first time. [spoiler=Final Leg]So now the transit portion of the journey is completed and all that's left is the short 15min walk to Tim's place (my home away from home). At this point the sugar really hit me and it took practically all of my self-control not to just book it. Sugar and caffeine missions are worse than my regular missions, it usually results in what feels like a millimetre away from death. The last approx. 5min of the walk is this super steep as heck hill that is utter bullshit to go up. Going up it while trying to fight off a sugar rush is absolute ridiculousness and should not be done. It's amazing I survived, I didn't think I'd actually get myself calmed down just barely enough to get up the hill without being a complete spaz [spoiler=Conclusion]Overall, I think I did fairly well. While quite frequently during the trip I felt anxious and impatient, I didn't let myself succumb to it. I managed to slow down for a change and enjoy the commute. I will say this though, because of my constant vigilance to remain in my happy place, I found the trip to be very exhausting. It definitely took a lot more energy than normal. I won't complain too much about it though, because it's something that will get easier with time. Plus, even though it was tiring, I feel much more in a pleasant mood compared to normal. Also, as an aside, I had an extremely busy weekend (lacking in sleep, no less) and only got 3 hours of sleep last night. So I'd say I did pretty fricken awesome! What about you? Do you have minimal patience while out in public, or do you thrive in the crowd? Has your patience capacity changed as you've gotten older? Have you ever challenged yourself to try and have more patience? 2 1 3 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
brycec Posted June 12, 2017 Share Posted June 12, 2017 I generally have a great deal of patience, as I have nowhere to go that really requires me to be on time and I do not make exact appointments with people, but I do not really thrive in a crowd either, because I prefer to be in my own world. What really helps with my patience is realizing that self-reliance, as we think of it today, is nothing more than an illusion because we do not hunt or fish. We do not skin and/or gut the meat and such we consume, and we do not even make the tools we use today, nor do we know how to do things that we do without those tools, which ends up making us fragile to the harshness of the true reality that city life and society in general shields us from. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ItsSammy Posted June 12, 2017 Share Posted June 12, 2017 I struggle with anxiety when I'm in a social/public place so I usually end up staring at the ground all day and just waiting for it to be over ... I'm just really bad at communication and being social in general, it's quiet a tasking think for me so I try to stay away from it as much as I can. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
existentiallylostdumbell Posted June 13, 2017 Share Posted June 13, 2017 Yeah, I don't like busses, but I'm generally a cold person myself and I expect other people to be that way too, when they're not I don't know how to react. Ottawa's a small city, so maybe it's different. I remember going to Calgary when I was younger though and loving it. I loved the feeling of disappearing into the crowd, a million faces I didn't know and would never see again, I owed none of them anything and they didn't give a rats ass about me. It felt free, like I could go anywhere and no-one would give a shit, disappear and walk on forever. Sometimes I think to myself I just want to pick a direction and go and never come back, just keep going, lost in the world, free of responsibility, free to be whatever son of a bitch I want to. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
brycec Posted June 13, 2017 Share Posted June 13, 2017 I live in a very small community. We don't even have public transport and no joke people will ride horses around town. There is nowhere really to shop unless you need groceries or custom saddlery, and the only entertainment available is a one movie a week theatre and several bars. It is not crowded. Honestly sometimes I wish it were. If there were more people here, we would expand and there would be more to do. I think I would be more suited to city life since whenever I am in a rush to do something, everyone else is slow and takes their time. I'm expected to smile at people and I find that a little creepy especially when I don't feel like interacting with anyone at the moment. But I always see the same people around town day in day out. Never really a new face. If I miss one thing about city life, it's that people tend to mind their own business. The amount of gossip making the rounds here is unbelievable and everyone knows everyone and their dog. You can't escape. Small towns tend to come with small-minded people. I want to get out and live in the city again. Not too mention a bit more dangerous. I guess the grass is really greener on the other side for a lot of people. I'm just content that I can live a peaceful life, and enjoy how people do not stick their neck out too much. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Frost Posted June 13, 2017 Share Posted June 13, 2017 This is a really interesting topic... Thanks for sharing your journey, @Kohloo I would like to think I have a great deal of patience for certain things in life. For example, grooming is one of them. I have a far greater amount of patience for animals than most people. Grooming can be a highly stressful job. While most people consider it, "playing with puppies all day," this is actually what my day is like: Dealing with aggressive dogs. My favorite thing in the world [/sarcasm] is when a pet parent doesn't believe when their dog tried to nearly take my fingers off. I get the typical "My dog would NEVER bite!" lines. The actual fact of the matter is, grooming can be like alien abduction to dogs, ESPECIALLY if they're unsocialized. Dogs act on isntinct. When you're doing something they don't like (which, face it, most dogs don't enjoy being poked and prodded for hours) they are more likely to act on fight or flight. Alternatively, there are many other forms of aggression in dogs. You have kennel aggression (where they become aggressive when kenneled), parent aggression (when they're aggressive in parents presence as an act of protection), fear aggression (relay back to fight or flight), dog aggression (when they become aggressive around other dogs). We have seen the sweetest of dogs bite in grooming. And it's not fun to be bit. But as a groomer, it's not a matter of IF but WHEN. Dealing with gross. My job entails dealing with an array of disgusting things. Expressing anal glands, dealing with being pooped on, peed on, thrown up on. Worms. Fleas. Ticks. Perfecting breed standard cuts. When you get the picky customer who expects nothing short of perfection. Meeting sales. Selling your work as a groomer and trying to make money when you work mainly off commission. Little clients, little money. And yet, despite having an incredible amount of patience for my profession, I have little patience for being in public, people (mainly multiple people). I grew up with extreme social anxiety (rashes, panic attacks, you name it.) This could be why I have more patience for dealing with dogs than I do with the pet parents, or people in general. Over the years I have become a tad more comfortable, but mainly because I HAD to. With meeting certain societal standards, education, jobs, etc, I've had to adapt and learn to become more patient with people. But it does not mean I don't have the occasional anxiety attack in the back or when I come home I don't lose my s***. People make me uncomfortable. And I suppose this is why I have little patience for them. Every day is a challenge to become more patient in that aspect. I try to even be more patient with friends and family, as often times I find myself annoyed or irritated by them. This is why I tend to seclude myself a lot. It's not that I'm heartless, or that I hate people. It's mainly that I feel trapped in certain situations by obligation when I'm around them. Or sometimes it's because I display too much of myself and feel vulnerable around them. Or maybe I don't understand it at all. But, I feel that with age, I have gotten a bit better with it. 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
brycec Posted June 13, 2017 Share Posted June 13, 2017 I try to even be more patient with friends and family, as often times I find myself annoyed or irritated by them. This is why I tend to seclude myself a lot. It's not that I'm heartless, or that I hate people. It's mainly that I feel trapped in certain situations by obligation when I'm around them. Or sometimes it's because I display too much of myself and feel vulnerable around them. Or maybe I don't understand it at all. But, I feel that with age, I have gotten a bit better with it. If you feel obligated, then you are not really friends or family. Sometimes, we need to say no, both for them and ourselves. If not, you can challenge them to fight a bear. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Frost Posted June 13, 2017 Share Posted June 13, 2017 If you feel obligated, then you are not really friends or family. Sometimes, we need to say no, both for them and ourselves. If not, you can challenge them to fight a bear. I disagree. My feeling of obligation comes from a lifetime of semi-abusive relationships. I did not have the perfect relationship with my mother or father, but I loved them, still do. However, because of certain circumstances of my childhood, I had to take care of my family. This made it difficult to say no after time passed, because of my love for them. Even though they put me through some difficult times, I felt obligated by circumstance. However, this does not deflect or take away from the fact that they are my family and I love them. It is more or less a personal issue I have with the word no. With no one else to step in, it became up to me. And so because of that, I feel like a martyr 95% of the time. Alternatively, it made me bitter over time. As far as friends, same situations. Bad experiences with friends who were not my friends, made me bitter in the long run. So now when I have new friends, who are actually decent people, I find it hard to have patience because I grow cynical and assume the worst of every relationship. Thinking the inevitable. When will they ask too much or take too much from me? 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
brycec Posted June 13, 2017 Share Posted June 13, 2017 I disagree. My feeling of obligation comes from a lifetime of semi-abusive relationships. I did not have the perfect relationship with my mother or father, but I loved them, still do. However, because of certain circumstances of my childhood, I had to take care of my family. This made it difficult to say no after time passed, because of my love for them. Even though they put me through some difficult times, I felt obligated by circumstance. However, this does not deflect or take away from the fact that they are my family and I love them. It is more or less a personal issue I have with the word no. With no one else to step in, it became up to me. And so because of that, I feel like a martyr 95% of the time. Alternatively, it made me bitter over time. As far as friends, same situations. Bad experiences with friends who were not my friends, made me bitter in the long run. So now when I have new friends, who are actually decent people, I find it hard to have patience because I grow cynical and assume the worst of every relationship. Thinking the inevitable. When will they ask too much or take too much from me? I see. That is tough. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Frost Posted June 13, 2017 Share Posted June 13, 2017 I see. That is tough. I apologize if it seemed like I was looking for pity or anything. It was tough, but alternatively made me who I am today. And even if I struggle with certain things, I take a lot from my past experiences, whether I am a bit bitter or not. No pain, no gain. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
brycec Posted June 13, 2017 Share Posted June 13, 2017 (edited) I apologize if it seemed like I was looking for pity or anything. It was tough, but alternatively made me who I am today. And even if I struggle with certain things, I take a lot from my past experiences, whether I am a bit bitter or not. No pain, no gain. Did not seem like you were seeking pity, just more of trying to explain yourself, though I was kind of worried that if you and I had somehow that you might hurt me, due to your feelings of suspicions for your own genuine friends. I try and explain myself a lot, so that people know where I am coming from and that my own struggles are not that different from others, even if I have challenges nobody else has. Edited June 13, 2017 by Guest 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seir Posted June 13, 2017 Share Posted June 13, 2017 I am really not a patient person. Regardless of where I am, I am always a short fuse. While I don't see this as a weakness within myself, I can see how improving it might help me. Example, in person when I say something and somebody asks me to repeat it, I start getting annoyed, if it happens a 3rd time I am already pissed. It's small things like that, that drain me. Another example, if I am in the super market and a person is taking too long and their cart is covering a huge part of the isle I will normally snap at them or tell them to move the fuck out of my way. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
brycec Posted June 13, 2017 Share Posted June 13, 2017 (edited) when I say something and somebody asks me to repeat it, I start getting annoyed, if it happens a 3rd time I am already pissed. This really annoying to me too. Honestly, people don't seem to listen, and is one of the times I have little to no patience. Edited June 18, 2017 by Guest 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Imogen Posted June 18, 2017 Share Posted June 18, 2017 I'm very patient. I've had coworkers, bosses, and customers alike say as much on many occasions. I guess I just don't see what the rush is in most case - the journey is more important than the destination after all and what's the point on stressing out if you get there a little after someone else? That also said I'm very punctual. I'll give other people all the time in the world they need (unless I have previous appointments but I'll let the person I'm with know that beforehand) but I'll be danged if I'm 5 minutes late to an appointment. I'd rather be half an hour early and play on my phone or read a book than be even a few minutes late. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cy~ Posted June 18, 2017 Share Posted June 18, 2017 How much patience do you have while you're out in public? Almost none, to be honest. I freak out when I'm in crowded areas, but I can usually suppress it for a while if I have a distraction. Still, whenever @zoop and I go shopping, she's always wanting to linger over everything in every area and I just sort of follow around wild eyed and repeatedly asking "are we done yet?" This was so bad when I was younger that I would cry if I was in a big crowd and couldn't find anyone that I knew. I may or may not still do this. I kinda hate being alone, hahaha. Thankfully, I had a big family and three younger siblings. I would literally just grab one of them and carry them with me like a living security blanket. One of the things that I hate is that I don't have that anymore, lol. Anyways, I hate being out in public. I get nervous randomly and feel a need to run away wildly. If I run into someone I know, then it's better. If not, then it's hell. This is why I tend to take @zoop with me almost everywhere I go, lol. New security blanket, get! 1 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Orius Posted June 18, 2017 Share Posted June 18, 2017 Yeah, I can't tolerate the public either. I'm very prickly when in the public, especially when dealing with people working in the service industry. (I'm beating a dead horse at this point since I've already told Kohloo about this through a PM, but for the sake of this thread, I'll say it again.) I try not to be a snob whenever I can, but when dining in a fast food restaurant, I kinda expect a certain level of professionalism when part of your job description is "customer service". I didn't come into your restaurant for your attitude. I understand it sucks to work there as I've personally experienced myself, but hey, you picked the job, not me. There are better job offers out there if you don't like it. Pays a lot better too. I guess it's kinda like what Kohloo said in her post, me becoming one of the city folks. Nobody really cares about each other down in the streets. We don't say hello to each other. We don't greet our good mornings. It's one big cesspool of indifference, and I've been influenced by that poison enough to join them. Despite what good things you might hear about Singapore, living here as a citizen for 27 years, I can tell you that the sunny city can be quite cold. I try to go about my business whenever I can. I don't hate the public. I just couldn't give a s***. 1 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
brycec Posted June 18, 2017 Share Posted June 18, 2017 I didn't come into your restaurant for your attitude. I understand it sucks to work there as I've personally experienced myself, but hey, you picked the job, not me. There are better job offers out there if you don't like it They could always try to get funding to do what they like. With sites like Patreon, that is becoming much more feasible, and some people make quite a bit from it too. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seir Posted June 19, 2017 Share Posted June 19, 2017 All of these problems can be avoided staying in your home. If the outside is so great then why do we build houses and our cars are shielded from the outside elements. They are all designed to keep us safe and inside. Going out is going against nature! (Jokes, I clarify because it has happened to me where somebody takes this serious and makes 8 paragraphs explaining why I am wrong lol) 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
brycec Posted June 19, 2017 Share Posted June 19, 2017 (edited) I just sort of follow around wild eyed and repeatedly asking "are we done yet?" I feel this way a lot myself, even when I get dragged to some place where I am being made to stand for a long time, which ends up making my feet hurt and I just walk circles to try and alleviate it. Edited June 19, 2017 by Guest 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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