Impatiens: When Everybody Else Is Too Slow

Impatiens is loneliness caused by speed.

The weather

Traditional language says impatience, irritability with the pace of others, preferring to work alone because others delay. The work gets done. The room empties. Mars weather in the sky room rhymes with heat that cannot wait. Rhyme, not identity.

Beside the profile

Impatiens already lives in this house as a profile: “The too-fast mind.” Irritation at other people's pace; preferring to work alone because waiting hurts. One of the five in Rescue Remedy. Bach filed it under Loneliness — for those who are lonely. The profile is the door. This essay is a longer walk around the same weather. Neither is a diagnosis, a product, or a treatment plan.

Urgency is sometimes a talent. Often it is a fear of being where you are.

A takeaway

Once a day, let someone finish their sentence. It is a ridiculous practice and a precise one. Speed is allowed. Contempt is optional.

Readers exploring this theme may also find neighbouring rooms interesting. Similar weather across traditions is not proof that one system explains another.