Despising the waiting room is a luxury. I am blessed to be in a position to receive among the best health care available in the world, and when I am cured and laughing in a Paris cafe 10 years from now, I'll still weep with gratitude, but with the rest of you, I'm trapped in the present.
Waiting as a Greek God: Torments those who lack patience. His temple is built of chewed fingernails and empty coffee cups.
Waiting as Sociology: The waiting learn each other with odd glances. Casual conversations toy with relating their intimate thoughts.
Waiting as RoadRage: The waiting learn anger as others cut them off in the order of being called.
Waiting as Cognitive Science: The waiting learn the present. Why does time pass more slowly?
Waiting as Zen Koan: The waiting learn the Buddha. They kill him.
Waiting as Ecstasy: The waiting cry together, share love of humanity, tap the well of holy experience. The staff are pissed, 'cause no one comes when called as individual names are meaningless.
2 comments:
Dear Ross,
Very poetic, you sure you haven't been drinking. R.
Waiting as Bokonon: glad you made it.
I'll be laughing with you in the Paris cafe, ten years hence.
-Angus MacUbermench (Brother Dave)
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