Impatience
Attentive readers will have realised from certain recent entries [ 1 2 3 4 5 6 ] that I'm developing a progressively more pronounced lack of patience.
It's also evident to me from my occasional urge to strangle the idiots who park supermarket trollies in such a way that they block aisles in front of me, or who take what seems like an unreasonable amount of time to operate the pay-and-display machines in car parks when I'm queueing behind them.
I apologise for these reactions. I'm aware that it's happening. It's symptomatic of something wider and deeper, I suspect. I'm attempting to address the situation, mostly by distancing myself from situations which prompt this sort of attitude until I can get my personality on a generally more even keel. You can see an example of this in action if you click on the fifth link, above.
It's also evident to me from my occasional urge to strangle the idiots who park supermarket trollies in such a way that they block aisles in front of me, or who take what seems like an unreasonable amount of time to operate the pay-and-display machines in car parks when I'm queueing behind them.
I apologise for these reactions. I'm aware that it's happening. It's symptomatic of something wider and deeper, I suspect. I'm attempting to address the situation, mostly by distancing myself from situations which prompt this sort of attitude until I can get my personality on a generally more even keel. You can see an example of this in action if you click on the fifth link, above.