If Type A personalities are workaholics, my wife complains that I’m a Type Z. “If you moved any slower, I’d have you reupholstered,” was how she put it this morning. It wasn’t always that way. I used to be one of those guys who worked two jobs and would go raving mad if there wasn’t something to do every single waking moment. I would come back from vacations more tired than when I left. If it took most people seven days to see Europe, I would try to do it in three. The Eiffel Tower? Done. The Vatican? Done. Buckingham Palace? Done. Bye. Next!
If we went to a ball game, I was one of those jerks who gets up in the seventh inning and heads for the exits so they can beat the traffic. Waiting in line for anything would make me twitch. What are they doing up there? What could possibly take so long? I would lean out as far as I could to see what was holding everything up, I would stand on my tiptoes to try and give the culprit the evil eye. Then I’d turn to the guy behind me and tell him in great detail how much better things would be if I ran the place.
A traffic jam? I would invent swear words. I would dream of one day owning a car that had a heads-up windshield display and weapons on it like a fighter jet, preferably those air-to-air missiles. I’d acquire the target, usually the car directly in front of me, lock in and blast him to smithereens.
After a lifetime of this, no one would travel, go to a ball game, go grocery shopping or even ride in a car with me.
I had forgotten that the whole idea of a baseball game is to get out of the house for a few hours and forget your cares. Why was I in such a rush back to whatever it was that was making me crazy that day? The whole idea of a vacation is not to run around like a crazy person, but to relax and take a break from the normal routine. You don’t even have to get on a plane to do that. Go to a movie. Bake a cake. There are enough people out there trying to make you crazy, you shouldn’t do it to yourself. Waiting in line doesn’t bother me at all any more. I’m never in a rush. I’ll be there when I get there.
