Plinky‘s topic was naming the top three things in which I have little to no patience. I am sure there are many things I will think of later, but I am going to stick to the following three, as they occur the most often.
I have very little patience for children who are crying without a reason. You know the ones–the child crying in the store because they want a toy or candy. You can hear them across the store, regardless of how large the building is. I’m not talking about a baby, I mean the 4 or 5-year-old who feels if they continue to cry, mom or dad will give in eventually. You might as well be running your fingernails on a chalkboard. The response is the same for me. However, if I am at the store, I do not let the child’s crying get to me. I have learned the survival tactic of choosing to listen to what I want to hear and consider everything else as “white noise”. Children have different cries for different things, I get that. If a child cries, though, it better be for one of the following reasons: bleeding, popping, hungry, hurt, or some other “emergency” needing immediate attention. Crying is not an acceptable form of communication when you have words you can use. My patience lasts long enough to decide what the child needs, after that, it slowly drains.
I hardly have any patience for adults who whine about every event occurring in their life. They whine about their jobs, children, spouses, other adults, and whatever else floats their way. It is as if they feel if they whine about it, someone will take notice, feel sorry for them and throw a pity party for them. Not me. I have learned to either avoid the person, or try to bite my tongue so I don’t express my true feelings. Sometimes its a challenge, but for the most part, I just hum along to my music and back out of the situation as fast as possible. I would gladly take the crying children over the whining adult.
I guess the third thing to try my patience would be parents who should know better, but don’t. For example, I was at the local grocery store and there was a small child behind me in line. The little guy was sitting in the basket, playing with (are you ready?) a glass mayonnaise jar. Yep. Glass. I looked at the child, then the parent, thinking to myself perhaps they don’t see the child. I was wrong. The mother smiled at me and explained to me how their precious child always plays with the jars and cans while waiting in line to keep him from crying. I smiled politely and clarified even glass jars? The mother replied yes, of course. I nodded my head and casually asked “so what happens when the little guy drops it and cuts himself?” She answered then he won’t play with glass anymore. I felt like pointing out the obvious–the kid being barely 2 years old. They don’t remember things like that. But as I didn’t have patience for her, I didn’t bother continuing the conversation. After all, I’d probably get my tail feathers in an uproar if someone were to question my parenting tactics. Most of the time though, I decide if the child is in immediate harms way because of the lack of parental guidance, if not, then I go to a different isle. Otherwise, I might just have to open my mouth for the child’s sake. Children are expected to have their multiple moments of being a kid and babies are just that–babies not knowing any better; parents are expected to protect their children and look out for their best interests instead of allowing the child to dictate what is acceptable behavior. This also includes the parent who allows their 8-year-old child not to learn how to share because “it’s easier this way”. Really? Ugh. Stupid parenting by far exceeds any of the many other things on my low to no patience list.