Ladies and gentlemen, we have a lot of fun here on my irregularly scheduled, unscheduled broadcasts, but today there is a serious topic I think we should sit down and discuss. As you can see, I have brought not only my sitting stumps, but also my thinking logs. So, please, take a seat and I shall regale you with a tale of a virtue known to all, yet harnessed by few; an ideal far away in people's minds, as far away as those who birthed it. An idea, preached to those, in a time before ultra-convenience and One-Click purchases.

That virtue is Patience. And it is all but lost to us.

You see, though I am a manly man of many muscles and powerful flexes, I used to be forced to wait for many things. I used to wait for mail, for bills. Wait in line at stores. Wait for my period. But now, in the day of Self-Checkouts and e-bills, I've discovered that I have little use for waiting – for anything. I have found myself growing impatient at the slightest thing, being annoyed by a minor inconvenience. Indeed, I have found myself being sucked into the modern day societal norm of needing things as soon as I want, and wanting everything immediately. And, unfortunately, as technology has progressed, we find ourselves, and others, taking to social media to lambaste those who have 'wronged' us, because we needed a blue toothbrush at 4am and the store only had pink and green. How are we supposed to brush our teeth with that kind of selection? Why haven't they catered to our every want and need adequately as to escape our wrath of Twitter-rages, Facebook-rants, and the occasional TAY post?

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It is because nothing, and no one, as hard as they try, is perfect. Yet, despite our attempts to preach to the world that everyone, and everything, is perfect in their own way, as perfection is nigh-unattainable, we still demand those, whom we need a service from, reach a level of perfection impossible to achieve. Indeed, we understand our limits but are completely unable to grasp that others may make faults, and errs, and we deem this unacceptable. We can consider this stance a podium of double-standards that many among us find themselves proudly perched upon. It is these people, whom we find, that when given the pill of patience, they find it unbearably hard to swallow. And it is these people that, despite everyone's best efforts, if your best isn't enough, they ridicule and chastise you, in full force, in order to state how much you have utterly failed them – no matter how trivial that failure might be.

I will admit, however, that it is understandable to be upset if you have fallen through the cracks of what has most commonly been seen as a very reliable service. For example, if a package has gotten lost in the mail, I would deem this a very apt time to be upset – especially if that package was critical for a very important project. I can understand, irrefutably so, being upset if you have bought milk, which had been past its expiration date by days. These situations it would be hard to imagine someone not being at a near livid state, and in need to give a person a piece of your mind. I have had similar situations befall me and, to say the least, my muscles were not flexing with happiness.

However, there comes a time when we must realize that not every mistake is an outright, personal slap in the face directed solely at us. Some errors can be fixed by us, if we use a little common sense and, at times, critical thinking. See, there are some mistakes that can easily be rectified, such as simply reordering a product, which has yet to be shipped, in order to receive a faster shipping time. Depending on your vender, you are most likely only charged when that product has shipped. Thus, it is a non-issue. Finding out a carton of eggs contains a few broken eggs when giving a final inspection before placing it on the checkout counter. Yes, it is inconvenient that you have to walk back to the dairy section to collect another carton of eggs. Considering you didn't leave the store with broken eggs, it is a trivial issue that didn't affect you, outside of burning a minute, or so, of your time.

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But now, we find ourselves getting bent out of shape over the smallest detail, the slightest of errors, and we take every accidental wrongdoing as a personal blow against us. We demand more than we should, out of others, and expect them to ask nothing of us in return. I remember when we used to be better than that. And it is due to our society being one of the most over-used, hated, and ultimately correct words that can adequately describe us: entitled. We believe we have the right to have everything as soon as we demand it. We believe that we, not as a whole, but individually, deserve more than our fair share by doing half our share of the work. We believe we are entitled to have something sooner than others because we showed interest in it far earlier than them. For all the progress society has made in all the years humanity has lived, we find ourselves reverting to a child-like state of pouting until we get our way.

And it is pathetic. It is anti-flex, and I won't have any of that in my workout routine!

So we need to remember, as we all look in the mirror and gaze at ourselves, that we are nowhere near as great as we think we are, as much as we want to believe otherwise. We cannot always get our way, because things don't always go according to plan. And as sure as my biceps pump all the iron, steel, and brawn imaginable, we cannot allow our entitlement and our impatience to control our lives any more than it already has. In order to change society for the better, we have to make changes in ourselves, and that is a practice that, I fear, is no longer common.

But I believe in all of you to be able to make this change, because I believe in myself to make the change, too.

Now, let's take up our cups of mead, that I have had poured since the very beginning of my tale. And we will make a toast to us, and the future. Good stuff, that. Also, I'm sorry you all had to sit so far away from me, as my quads have the girth of redwoods and I've been told by a doctor of body parts that that's not normal. That's ok, though. Why have just limbs when you can have the entire tree! I am a forest of flex!