waiting

Waiting. I've always hated it. Too bad I have always, and always will have to do a lot of it. I have no choice. It's part of just being in this world.
When I go out with friends, I wait for them at the mall or wherever our meeting place is. When I run out of extra load and therefore could not make a call, I'd have to wait long minutes for the reply to my urgent text message. At school, they give out priority number cards for transctions at the cashier windows, but still the nubmers advance ever so slowly. It's too much waiting for me to stand. It's just frustrating that I can't escape going through these scenes now and then, routinely even.
Recently, being the lucky person i am, something just had to happen and now I'm gong through another waiting episode. It all began the last time I went out with someone. But don't mistake it for a lousy, tardy date that i had to wait again, because it was great. The problem is, that I think I have fallen in love with that someone, but hadn't heard from him since, and now I'm hanging. Waiting.
Unlike my other waiting episodes, which are obviously much simpler, and so childish of me to even write about, this one has a shade of seriousness. It's driving me crazy. Not that the others aren't, but at least with them i could find a way out. For example, if I couldn't stand the long wait for my priority number to be called to the cashier, i could just leave and procrastinate until it's almost too late for me to get my exam permit. Or, if I feel I'm developing enlarged varicose veins already because of te long qeue behind the ATM, i also could instantly leave, and look for another ATM. And, if I get so impatient getting to somewhere, I could give up trying to save money, and just hail a taxi instead of taking the long ride on a jeep. Easy. But not this other one.
Waiting for signs, or a closure of something is difficult. Now, I'm even being pathetic. Others might think that, because nothing even happened, yet I'm this caught up with "everything". It was just a date. Actually, a "freindly treat", as he said it. But I tell you, it felt different. I don't know, maybe because I knew I liked him so much even before he asked me out... Or is it because of the way he looked into my eyes, and spoke to me while the romantic ambiance of a dim lit cafe was all around, and held my hand, and asked "do you believe that some things are better expressed through actions than said?". He said those words in a way that they wouldn't come off of my memory, that usually failed me by the way. Well now's the time I wish it did, so that I would be able to go on, not lingering on memories of that night any longer, not waiting anymore.
I could be a really impatient companion, commuter, or payer. But over the past few days, I've decided I'd be willing to wait behind an NSO or LTO que, if that would mean I'll be over this feeling. There's nothing more disturbing than waking up in the morning and wondering as you realise that the first thing on your mind is a guy and a myriad of questions. And not to mention that scene reverberating in your thoughts during physics class. Right now, all I want is a closure. I feel hilarious, and even more that everyone thinks I'm overreacting for saying that. But waht can I say? I really hate waiting.