Why is everything is life always rush, rush, rush?!
I hate when people call in on the phone and start talking before you can get out a "hello" speed through whatever issue it is they may have, cut you off when you try to speak and then catch an attitude that you aren't talking as fast as them.
I hate when i'm minding my business driving the speed limit and some idiot is driving behind me on my bumper like a maniac because I won't speed too! Go around me you idiot!
I hate when someone arrives somewhere a bit tardy and instead of being happy that they made it at all...people decide to fuss and complain that the person is late. Never once stopping to ask why the person was late in the first place.
Why are we always rushing through life? What are we rushing to?
I hate when people call in on the phone and start talking before you can get out a "hello" speed through whatever issue it is they may have, cut you off when you try to speak and then catch an attitude that you aren't talking as fast as them.
I hate when i'm minding my business driving the speed limit and some idiot is driving behind me on my bumper like a maniac because I won't speed too! Go around me you idiot!
I hate when someone arrives somewhere a bit tardy and instead of being happy that they made it at all...people decide to fuss and complain that the person is late. Never once stopping to ask why the person was late in the first place.
Why are we always rushing through life? What are we rushing to?

