Sometimes it seems to me as if Lithesome.ICE has a tinge enough fire in her to melt the ice, or maybe she never had any ice in the first place, and all she had in her was fire. This might be a logical enough explanation as to why she often feels as if countless prickles of heat emanate from her very being and in doing so exert a magnetic pull on even more particles of heat from the outside which cause her to constantly feel as if she is on fire with impatience. This might very well be the reason as to why she's hungry all the time, burning calories like a furnace, and how she managed to perfect the art of pacing trails throughout any type of flooring, or why a category for extreme impatience might appear on the Guiness World Records lest she tear the poor book to bits as she has done many others in fits of temper, but it still doesn't solve the mystery of why she's so impatient. Perhaps she was made in an impatient manner as well. He he he. I hope my parents never read this, though heaven knows i'm too old to be grounded, neither do I have an allowance whose suspension can be held over me to inspire fear anymore either, however a whack is not entirely out of the question.

The pragmatist in me, however, doesn't buy the method by which I was made as a sensical or acceptable excuse for the lack of tolerance I have for any activity which is remotely associated with waiting, so, no, I suppose my parents aren't to blame, nevermind that they constitute part and part of me, but determined free spirit that I am, I refuse to be constrained ala straitjacket by that kind of psychological bullcrap. I have enough of the introjected other in my subconscious to deal with as it is. I make Freud the exception as he was the one who was probably first badgered by the introjected other in the first place and I can commiserate with him. He and I are kindred. Unfortunately, he offers no clue as to why all the surplus impatience of all the humans born into this world seems to have been poured in me. I couldn't possibly have been in the 'impatience' line either, as being the way I am, I would never have been able to wait my turn so that theory would be fallacious in every sense of the word.

If I can't be given a trickle more of patience, the least I could demand are answers. It would also be nice if they could be given, oh, a minute from now. I'd say sixty seconds is a fair enough allotment if i'm to be a vat of potent sensations, and potential action so the rest of the world can have what is suppose to be my portion of patience.