#71: What is your worst character flaw?
I’m impatient. I’m a lot of other things too that aren’t all good, but I think that one sort of feeds into some of my other weaknesses. I rush into things sometimes. Or, I don’t think things through. Impatience leads to frustration and when I’m frustrated it makes me cranky. It makes me stupid.
When I’m on someone’s trail, or tracking down a lead, it’s like I can’t get there soon enough. It grates me to have to wait, to know that something is just out of my reach. It annoys me when these simple thugs don’t see what’s in their best interest and just start talking. We all know where it’s going to end, why play games?
Don’t even get me started on some of the bigger players. Well, the ones who are and many of the ones who think they are. Most supervillains are divas and drama queens. They always need a shtick, a routine… A costume. Of course, I don’t really know what most of them look like, but if you go by a name like the Jester, that doesn’t exactly leave much to the imagination.
And I know I shouldn’t be the one to talk. Heck, I’ve got a costume too, but it’s the grandstanding that really gets to me. It’s bad enough that these guys get a kick out of messing with the lives of innocent people, but do they really have to put on a show too? It’s a waste of time. My time. Meanwhile, the clock is ticking and the people whose lives hang in the balance are waiting for me or some other guy in yet another costume to get a move on. Me? I’m just frustrated. Impatient.
As if the superheroing wasn’t frustrating enough, there’s my other job. I’m sure people who watch a lot of law shows on TV have this idea that it’s all very glamorous, like LA Law meets Law and Order with a sprinkle of Matlock. I don’t spend nearly as much time in court as I’d like to. Most lawyers spend most of their time doing paperwork and most cases are settled out of court. It’s not very glamorous, and it’s too darn time consuming.
Don’t get me wrong, I really do like my job, but I don’t like every aspect of it. Most of it is the same for everyone, and some of it takes me a little longer. When I was younger, I would have stuck it out anyway, back when my pride would get the better of my impatience. Now, I’m at least smart enough to try to use my time wisely. If Dakota can track down a stray nugget of information in some obscure database in the fraction of the time it takes me to do it, then I’m just not going to bother. I have nothing to prove, it’s a job that needs to get done. I’m needed elsewhere.
Of course, as with everything else, impatience isn’t all bad. It pushes me, joins forces with my stubborn streak and gets me out onto the streets almost every night so I can fight this war I’m not sure I can ever win. But I keep thinking that I’m at least doing something. I’m trying to make the world a little better, one interrupted robbery at a time. I can’t just sit around and wait for it. I’m just too impatient.
When I’m on someone’s trail, or tracking down a lead, it’s like I can’t get there soon enough. It grates me to have to wait, to know that something is just out of my reach. It annoys me when these simple thugs don’t see what’s in their best interest and just start talking. We all know where it’s going to end, why play games?
Don’t even get me started on some of the bigger players. Well, the ones who are and many of the ones who think they are. Most supervillains are divas and drama queens. They always need a shtick, a routine… A costume. Of course, I don’t really know what most of them look like, but if you go by a name like the Jester, that doesn’t exactly leave much to the imagination.
And I know I shouldn’t be the one to talk. Heck, I’ve got a costume too, but it’s the grandstanding that really gets to me. It’s bad enough that these guys get a kick out of messing with the lives of innocent people, but do they really have to put on a show too? It’s a waste of time. My time. Meanwhile, the clock is ticking and the people whose lives hang in the balance are waiting for me or some other guy in yet another costume to get a move on. Me? I’m just frustrated. Impatient.
As if the superheroing wasn’t frustrating enough, there’s my other job. I’m sure people who watch a lot of law shows on TV have this idea that it’s all very glamorous, like LA Law meets Law and Order with a sprinkle of Matlock. I don’t spend nearly as much time in court as I’d like to. Most lawyers spend most of their time doing paperwork and most cases are settled out of court. It’s not very glamorous, and it’s too darn time consuming.
Don’t get me wrong, I really do like my job, but I don’t like every aspect of it. Most of it is the same for everyone, and some of it takes me a little longer. When I was younger, I would have stuck it out anyway, back when my pride would get the better of my impatience. Now, I’m at least smart enough to try to use my time wisely. If Dakota can track down a stray nugget of information in some obscure database in the fraction of the time it takes me to do it, then I’m just not going to bother. I have nothing to prove, it’s a job that needs to get done. I’m needed elsewhere.
Of course, as with everything else, impatience isn’t all bad. It pushes me, joins forces with my stubborn streak and gets me out onto the streets almost every night so I can fight this war I’m not sure I can ever win. But I keep thinking that I’m at least doing something. I’m trying to make the world a little better, one interrupted robbery at a time. I can’t just sit around and wait for it. I’m just too impatient.