“To be mature is to accept imperfections.”That’s what my fortune cookie said, from dear old PF Chang.
It’s a much needed reminder, as I waste life away dissecting the flaws of myself as well as of others. I was not blessed with tolerance and temperance at all. Easily agitated by the most trivial things and only to regret immediately the rash manner of my way of dealing with dissatisfaction. I could almost be textbook Type A personality:
excessively time-conscious --> can’t leave the house without my watch
incapable of relaxation --> caffeine and adrenaline addict
workaholics who multi-task --> go to the post office, convenient store on the way to work
driven by deadlines --> don’t remember a thing without my daily planner
unhappy about the smallest of delays --> much rather walk upstairs than wait for elevators
covert insecurity --> always comparing myself to someone else
free floating hostility, which can be triggered even over little incidents.
I have tried to change, I really have! I try to apologize afterward I realize I have made blunt comments. I try to go with the flow and mute the incesssant planning in my head. I try to take a moment to breathe when I feel my temper rising. I won’t turn into a Type B person overnight, but the way I am impatient about changing the above qualities makes me Type A again.
