I’m a person who likes to walk fast. I almost never move leisurely, especially when I’m on my own. When I was in elementary school, I used to run home and one day this guy asked me why I did that. The reason I ran had never really occurred to me, so after taking a moment to consider it I said, “So that I get the good seat in front of the TV.” As a kid, I was always battling with my siblings for prime seating in the family room. These days, I don’t have to jockey for position on the good recliner but I still advance at a clipped pace everywhere I go. I don’t think I’m always rushed, it’s just that if I’m already walking, I may as well get a decent workout from it. Or maybe it’s the result of my pet peeve over wasted time. Oooohhh, I HATE wasted time.
So when I’m walking with or behind people who go at a turtle’s pace it drives me a bit bananas. The situation is most aggravating on sidewalks where you can’t easily pass. When I have to slow down I feel like THE WORLD IS PASSING ME BY. Not everyone has to walk as fast as me, but when someone is really dragging their heels I just can’t take it. I get uptight and anxious and I wonder why they don’t just GET A MOVE ON. How on earth do they go through life moving so slow?
This annoyance I experience is similar to my one-year-old daughter’s when, all of a sudden, after eating the last Cheerio, she realizes there are unexpectedly none left. A moderate panic begins and doesn’t abate until more Cheerios are poured onto her tray and she can resume snacking. Trapped behind a slow walker, I am similarly unable to exercise patience for what is surely a benign situation that will imminently resolve itself. Instead, I become immediately antsy and I won’t be calm again until I can resume my normal speed.
My question is, are these people just better at smelling the roses or does their complete lack of urgency spell laziness? I’m sure I could benefit from being a calmer person all-around, but if I became a slow walker I don’t know that I could stand myself.