me...

So i returned a stack of Albee, Chekhov, and Ibsen to the library today, after reading only 1.3 plays. To be fair, i've bought Chekhov and Ibsen for a class this semester, and i discovered i've already seen Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, but i still feel negligent. i know pop culture raised and nurtured me, and i regret nothing, but sometimes, in the further reaches of my murky imagination, i wonder what it would be like to not be bored by books.

Then again, what is patience anyway? It seems to me that patience is one of those concepts we're taught in elementary school before we're old enough to realize that we'd be better off without it - like cursive, or religion. Patience dictates that we not only wait for things, but that we should ignore the fact that we want them at all. A patient person is willing to sacrifice a significant portion of their already terse existence, and not be the least bothered by it. No wonder these are also the people who seek medical assistance.

posted by Arthur @ 2/08/2002 10:59:00 PM

Friday, February 08, 2002