isn't it kind of sad...
...when people can't take a slower pace?
Just a little while ago, I was outside picking apart hot dog buns in the backyard for the birds. I was working on my second one when my brother came out and tried to show me a faster way to do it, picking apart the buns in chunks that would undoubtedly be about the size of a bird's entire head. When I asked him if my mother had sent him out to help me in her getting-everything-ready frenzy (my graduation party is tomorrow), he replied, "No, it's just annoying."
Isn't that sad? Me standing outside, just crumbling bread for the birds, and he feels compelled enough to come outside and speed the process along.
I admit, I'm guilty of it sometimes, too. If someone's going thirty in a forty-five mph zone, yeah, I'll get a little antsy. I'll open up Solitaire while I'm waiting for my internet to connect. But it's truly a sad thing when certain people can't even slow down and enjoy the little things in life.
My mom is also guilty of this to a certain degree. When she saw me standing outside, she told me to just sit down and pick apart the buns, that standing outside throwing food would upset the dogs next door. (It wasn't me, it was the sirens making them howl.)
Anyway, it's just no good. I did realize halfway through that second hot-dog bun that one of the eBay auctions I had bidded for had expired sometime during church. Going in and checking it, I won. Woot.
Just a little while ago, I was outside picking apart hot dog buns in the backyard for the birds. I was working on my second one when my brother came out and tried to show me a faster way to do it, picking apart the buns in chunks that would undoubtedly be about the size of a bird's entire head. When I asked him if my mother had sent him out to help me in her getting-everything-ready frenzy (my graduation party is tomorrow), he replied, "No, it's just annoying."
Isn't that sad? Me standing outside, just crumbling bread for the birds, and he feels compelled enough to come outside and speed the process along.
I admit, I'm guilty of it sometimes, too. If someone's going thirty in a forty-five mph zone, yeah, I'll get a little antsy. I'll open up Solitaire while I'm waiting for my internet to connect. But it's truly a sad thing when certain people can't even slow down and enjoy the little things in life.
My mom is also guilty of this to a certain degree. When she saw me standing outside, she told me to just sit down and pick apart the buns, that standing outside throwing food would upset the dogs next door. (It wasn't me, it was the sirens making them howl.)
Anyway, it's just no good. I did realize halfway through that second hot-dog bun that one of the eBay auctions I had bidded for had expired sometime during church. Going in and checking it, I won. Woot.