Wednesday, 8 October 2014

Patience is a virtue I don’t have

I stood the other day outside the Nubar waiting on a friend who said he’d be “there in two minutes”, obviously to him two minutes was a lot longer than the two sixty second periods most people know it by as I stood in that very spot for all of twenty minutes before this said friend arrived.

As I stood outside there on my own I could not help but feel a little bit lonely and paranoid, swarms of people passed me by giggling with their friends undoubtedly thinking “HA, look at that loser all on his own”, ok maybe no one actually said that but at the time it felt that way.

As time wore on I began to feel more and more insecure, some people even passed me by twice while I stood by my lonesome without a friend in the world, I frequently stared at the screensaver on my phone pretending I was doing something, but I wasn’t it just seemed easier than standing their blankly as people looked at me judgingly while I waited anxiously on this friend.

It had been five minutes I decided to send my friend a text asking him to hurry on to which he replied “il be over soon”, of all the time frames he could have given to ease my mind soon was not one of them, soon could be 1 minute, 10 minutes, an hour for all I know, I became increasingly uneasy. Unsurprisingly standing outside the Nubar was a place where throngs of people passed, who would have thought a bar in a University would be so popular?

Fifteen minutes had passed I had now sent four texts enquiring of his whereabouts, his final reply was “I’m on the way”, so after telling me he would only be two minutes he text me fifteen minutes later saying he was leaving now, my embarrassment was quickly replaced with a roaring anger, I’ve been told im impatient and intolerant and basically I am.


It had reached twenty minutes and I was preparing to just leave when I saw him nonchalantly walking towards me, he then uttered the words “lets get food”, no apology, no pity for my traumatic experience just “ lets get food”. Who is this friend you ask, his name was Glen, Glen Murphy.



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