Patience is a virtue. But gat DAMN, it's a tricky one.
I've always been relatively proud of my sense of patience. In a lot of ways, I'm a much more patient person than most others I know. At the same time, I was quite careful of not getting sucked into the "putting up with shit I shouldn't put up with and calling it patience" game. Now, I'm not quite sure of either. I struggle to find patience when I want it yet still wonder if I'm just allowing certain things to happen and telling myself I'm being patient when really I'm just being a puss, afraid to deal with them head on [apply directly to the forehead].
Rationally, I feel I'm being smart. I'm not deluding myself about things. But I'm losing grasp of the Robot in me. All these emotions are fuckin with my psyche and... I'm tired. That's pretty much what it comes down to. I am tired and it's making me lose my perspicacity. I hate when I lose that shit... it's always in the last place you look.
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