WHEN someone tells me “Let us just WAIT” my mental riposte is “... FOR GODOT”.
“Waiting for Godot” is a Samuel Beckett play where the main characters, Vladimir and Estragon wait for their friend, Godot. Godot never comes. Repeat, NEVER comes. So, when I’m made to wait, I hope it is not for Godot because patience is not my virtue.
But what is patience? Supposedly it is the capacity to tolerate delay. Delays I can tolerate but for a reason. I have had flights delayed for hours, trips cancelled just before departure, activities sidelined for something else and these were okay. So I guess I am patient. However the universe has weird ways of teaching rather, testing thy virtue by sending two special persons in my life.
One is my logical bedrock of a friend based in Makati. Aspie diagnosis came early because of growing up abroad. As such coping mechanisms have been programmed to help this beautiful soul cope with stresses. But life can be cruel at times and when scripts fail and stimming is in the offing, my phone gets busy even at three o’clock in the morning. All I do is listen, peel layers of dissonance that could run for an hour or two