A lot of people choose not to ride the bus because of the exorbitant amount of time it takes to get from Point A to Point B. There’s no argument from me. A trip that should take 30 minutes easily takes two hours. This sometimes really bothers me.
However, recently, I’ve started coming to a startling conclusion. I’ve begun to appreciate the delays. Even if it’s just a little tiny bit, and in fleeting moments.
Maybe it’s a stereotype, but I think Americans are way too obsessed about time. We’re controlling about where every minute of the day — conscious or unconscious — goes. We’ve become obsessive-compulsive about it. A delay of 10 minutes in line at McDonalds unacceptable. It’s infuriating. It causes annoyance, conflict, stress, anger, aggression, rage. And yet, it’s only 10 minutes!