I don’t have it.
Despite it’s virtuous qualities.
Was talking with a friend at work today (she’s my lunch buddy). We were lamenting a current frustrating situation involving both of us.
She said, “I know the universe must be testing my patience, this just has to be a lesson.”
I said, “Well, I must be having to learn this lesson just by being in proximity to you. I’m *sure* I’m good on the patience.”
To which we both burst out laughing.
I have to wonder how I got so damn impatient with the world.
Then I remember my hop-from-foot-to-foot-like-a-flea father and wonder how I ever could have ended up a patient person. He was a good man, but patience wasn’t his virtue either.
Ah well. I yam what I yam.