That saying was so familiar that it could be printed on the packaging of waiting sessions. The waiter passed by, gently asking if she would order anything more. She shook her head, but her eyes were still glued to the screen, as if just looking long enough, a message would appear automatically.
In life, there is a special kind of transportation - the transportation of priority. People schedule, arrange places, arrange even emotions. Some people are always prioritized when messages are answered immediately, calls are answered after the first ringtone, invitations are received with a quick nod than coffee made by machine. The rest are lanes of cars waiting for red lights, moving little by little, telling themselves it's probably their turn soon.
A media worker once spent the whole evening helping his older brother revise the project. Sended at 2 am, accompanied by a very kind sentence: "Uncle, please help me see it". The next morning, the message was already viewed. In the evening, he received a reply: "I'm busy, save it for another day".
That other day lasts equal to two days later. But the funny thing is that that night, when the other person urgently needs a small task, he still rushes to do it, as a habit. We tend to write beautiful scripts for others, and then take on supporting roles. We argue that they are busy, tired, not ready, even more creative when turning very clear signs into incomprehensible metaphors.
In an old apartment building, the security guard has a habit of locking the gate on time. Anyone who comes home late must call, he opens it. One day, a young man stood outside and called for a long time, but was unsuccessful, so he banged on the door loudly. He opened it with a cold face, saying calmly: "Uncle called once or twice, I didn't answer, so you should understand that I wasn't near the phone. It's not that the more I call, the clearer I hear.
He stood nearby, suddenly thinking, many relationships also operate in the same way, not just trying a little more will be reciprocated more enthusiastically. Priority, if you have to compete, often loses its original meaning. Some people learn to wait a lifetime, and when they get used to it, they call it "patience". But patience is not prolonging a state of deprivation, but knowing when to leave a waiting line without a service counter.
In the morning at the cafe, the girl finally stood up. Her phone was still silent, but her steps seemed lighter. Maybe because she had just realized something that didn't need to be said. Not every wait is worth it, and not every empty position is for her.
