There’s something to be said for my hatred of boredom. I hate being bored. I’ll do just about anything if it means I’m doing something.
That explains why I also despise waiting. I try to do things while I’m waiting. Otherwise, I’d lose my mind.
But due to circumstances I didn’t see coming, I had to wait at the dentist for a while without anything to keep me occupied. I didn’t have pen or paper. I didn’t have a book. I didn’t have my phone.
So even though I felt a bit frustrated at first, I resorted to observing others.
I got to observe a father and son. Maybe a story will come out of it. Maybe not. I’ll have to add some kind of conflict or tension because the two were so happy. Meanwhile there was me being all bitter.
I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to handle parenthood, especially being a single mother. Although there wouldn’t be a dull moment in my life again if I had a kid to look after.
I kept thinking to myself why can’t I just sit and wait for a while? Because I don’t sit and wait ever.
I always feel like I should be doing something. I cannot not do anything. I feel weird and wrong doing nothing. I tried to relax. After all, there wasn’t much I could do. But to be honest I was anything but relaxed. I felt anxious. I felt I needed to be reading, writing, something.
Of course, I did a lot of thinking during the time. Part of me wishes I had a way of recording my thoughts then because I’ve forgotten them all now. I’d love to have some sort of technology to do that.
Of course, things worked out just fine. The world didn’t end. The sky didn’t fall.
Still, this isn’t an experience I’d like to repeat again. But it made me think about myself, about life in general.
Waiting at the dentist was almost as bad as watching paint dry.
Anyhow, this turned out to be one of the more interesting trips to the dentist I’ve had in a long time. That said, my last trip entailed running on about three hours of sleep right after an exam. That’s a story in and of itself.