E-mail drives me a little batty. It’s all the speed of the modern world and the internet combined with all the waiting for a reply of regular snail mail to me, lately.
I realize that the angst here is self-imposed. I want e-mail to work at a texting pace, and it just doesn’t. Also, I feel lately that whenever I send an e-mail, it may be read by the intended recipient, and it may not be read – I’ll never know, and I feel like I’m left hanging out in the wind.
I know that most of my insecurities surrounding replies are ill-founded. Most people just get caught up in other things, and everyone has competing interests for their time – including me – but I can’t help this sense I get every time I do not immediately hear back from anyone that I’m just being ignored.
And I do not like being ignored when I have to get things done. I’ve made a point most of my life to be loud (sometimes obnoxiously so) to make sure I am heard when I need to be. I’m almost positive that is one aspect of my personality that has carried me into the comfortable position I am now in.
I guess, in the end, I just need to be patient. A friend recently posted/liked an e-card meme that said “I don’t understand why ‘patience’ is a virtue. Why can’t ‘hurry-the-fuck-up’ be a virtue.” I guess today, I can totally relate to that.