Patience

How the fuck does one learn patience? (I'm actually not that angry about it. I just like the way the f-bomb implies that I'm impatient about learning to be patient. I love using the word "fuck". It's the Swiss army knife of words: it's a noun, verb, adverb, adjective, preposition, conjunction, everything. In fact, if my entire blog was made up of the word "fuck", it would probably be grammatically correct.). But I digress...

I am not patient. I wish to hell I was. My interaction with our intersubjective world would go a whole lot smoother. (That line reminds me of Matthew McConaughey in Dazed and Confused when, confronted with a freshman not bearing weed, he states "you'd be a whole lot cooler if you did...") When I expect something, time expands. Seconds are minutes. I am patient in relation to my new perspective of time, but certainly not to everyone else's.

At first glance, impatience seems to expose a love for the present. I have no interest in future gratification. The present is king. On further inspection, however, it is the opposite. When I can't wait for something, I am focussing my attention on the future. I am not or have not what I want. The present is in fact distasteful. This also works for those things that we don't look forward to. I'm in Mexico right now and have zero interest in going home tomorrow. The possibility of a future event (there's that damn probability crap getting in the way, affecting my actions despite it not being a real entity) alters my respect for and attention to the present.

Time and the present have obvious and enormous implications in death and disease. Both are inevitable and, as Ernest Becker suggests in his book Denial of Death, the knowledge of this possibility (the probability being 100% on a long enough timeline) constantly affects our self consciousness. The inevitability of my death - which, I would argue, I have infinite patience for (against?) in that I hope to forever avoid it - alters my respect for the present.

Back to the question, though, how the fuck does one learn patience? Seriously. I'm asking you. I have no idea. In fact, I don't have the patience for this fuc...