I blame it on genetics. My father is hopelessly impatient - we had to buy a magnetic scrabble board when we were kids because he'd upend the whole game when it started testing the boundaries of his tolerance for sitting still.
We timed it at a maximum of eight-and-a-half minutes.
He also once burned the paint off a new tractor by setting a fire under it to get it started on a frosty morning (it worked) and nearly killed my brother and me for not handing him the "donger knocker" immediately on trying to haul in an enormous snapper. We were about 7 and 8 at the time and, while the Moby Dicksian fight was ensuing, complete with colourful expletives, we stared at each other nonplussed and wondered what a donger knocker could possibly be.
He explained (having kicked the side of the boat and thrown the gaff overboard in frustration to follow the now lost fish) that it was bloody obvious that a donger knocker was something with which to dong (hit) the knocker (head) of the fish that would have been the envy of all his fishing cabal if he hadn't been so unfortunate as to have been lumped with two offspring who didn't understand English and couldn't obey orders immediately.
We shrugged and decided he should have spent more time at the scrabble table and doing more reading like Mum said.
The sad thing is that I totally get the "donger knocker" moment where I want something fixed (my way) right now.
Spoilt with instant information and entertainment, I can't understand why - once I think something requires change - that it can't be done immediately. World fish stocks replenished (kazoom) Next week. Child poverty. Magically vanished.
The brilliant absurdity of this cop-out is that it requires no sustained effort or the requisite ability to maintain a long-term memory on the issues that matter.
By election time, I've usually forgotten why I even care. In scanning the headlines ("Man has giant feet", "Coca-Cola kills woman"), I am intensely impatient with myself and the universe when I find I've read the article before registering that it has absolutely no newsworthiness and will not contribute in any way to my understanding of the world.
Diligence would help here; an ability to focus on the important things, winnow the chaff and follow through with clear-headed constancy.
A sober understanding of what needs to be done and when.
Considering all of this while icing the birthday cake for the small person, I stand back to survey my handiwork.
"It doesn't look like the shape of a nine Mum- it looks like a circle with a random stick. No offence but I think you were in lala land."
It does look like the kind of cake Homer Simpson would make and there's a moment when I hear myself say "Why you little..." and have the impulse to run around strangling her.
I know it's not okay but, sometimes, losing it would feel so good. Patience.
The theory is great, it's the practical that tests me.
