I don’t know about you, but I’m usually not a fan of waiting for things to happen.
Unfortunately, though, waiting is a part of life that we have to deal with on a regular basis—we wait for food at restaurants when we’re reaching the point of hangry, we wait to hear back from colleges or potential employers after we’ve submitted applications and résumés, we wait for replies to emails and texts when we need answers, and we wait for lights to turn green as we rush off to the various places we need to be.
Sometimes waiting is natural, and we don’t really think much about it because we have so many other things going on at the same time. In other situations, though, we become less active in our waiting and essentially spend too much time waiting—not so much in anticipation but often in worry that what we’re waiting for might not happen—wasting precious moments that we could actually be enjoying.
And this seems to be especially true when it comes to guys.
What is it about waiting for a reply to a text message that gets our heads spinning and our hearts pining? Those letters that form words on a screen suddenly become so essential to our very beings, and we wait very impatiently, wondering whether those guys have read the texts and are waiting the standard 10-minute minimum (or is that just a girl thing?) before replying, haven’t even seen them yet, or (the worst one possible) already read our carefully crafted texts and simply haven’t cared enough to respond.
It’s so non-dramatically emotionally draining.
To be perfectly honest, I should probably be embarrassed by how much time I’ve spent wondering what some guy I think is really special is going to say back to me, only later to realize that he really wasn’t as wonderful as I had hoped and imagined, and his replies were essentially a waste of my eye strength. For instance, I once texted a guy to see if he wanted to go watch a football game on a Friday night with me because I thought that would be something fun. I sent the text and then waited. And waited. And waited. And then the panic set in.
Why hasn’t he responded yet?
Did I try too hard to be funny but was stupid, instead?
Should I not have sent it?
I need to go crawl into a hole and hide forever.
Like I said, none of this is dramatic at all.
You know what that fella I fancied so much said back to me? That he had to stay home and do chores. On a Friday night. As a 26-year-old who lives alone and can do chores whenever he wants.
Talk about a complete waste of time waiting on that one.
We wait and wait and worry about the silliest things sometimes when we really could simply enjoy the things right in front of us so much more than we already do. Rather than agonizing over a mere text I had sent and what the guy would say back, I could have just sent it and not worried about it so that I could channel my energy toward more important matters—you know, like if I was more in the mood for a chicken sandwich or a cheeseburger for dinner.
Whether we like it or not, we are going to have to wait at different times in our lives. But waiting doesn’t have to be such a huge world-stopping thing. Seek to enjoy those moments or long periods when you’re waiting, especially if you know what you’re waiting for is worth every single second.
Just make sure you don’t miss out on the wonderful things happening right before you because you’re too busy waiting during your times of waiting.
When was a time you had to wait on something and spent too much time just waiting?
Have you ever been a victim of the dreaded waiting-for-a-text-from-a-crush situation?
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