Veruca Salt Syndrome

Apparently spring has sprung and young men’s fancy is turning to love or at least getting some. And I find myself in a predicament that tends to happen at the start of every season. Intense and paralyzing boredom. I don’t know if it’s the anticipation of leading up to all the possibilities that a new season holds or if it’s just waiting for the real change just puts ants in my pants or what. I just want to stop wearing a coat and be able to go have drinks after work outside. Is that too much to ask? I don’t think it really is.

I love spring it’s the best season there is. After a long cold, dark winter everywhere you go everything is bright and shiny. All of the gorgeous guys that have been hibernating all winter long finally emerge from their caves or burrowed holes or where ever and come out in their beautiful glory. Sigh how one longs for the start of spring. I’m fairly certain that many famous authors and playwrights have had quite a few marvelous things to say on the subject.

I guess I just have no idea how to patient and when I want something I want it now. I believe this is referred to as the “Veruca Salt Syndrome”. Quite certain Willy Wonka would’ve taught me lesson but I probably would’ve been too impatient to learn it – hmmm certain that might be some form of irony. Interestingly enough I’m patient in all sorts of areas in my life – if I wasn’t a patient person I would easily commit homicides three or four times a day. It’s just that when I want something I want it now and I just really don’t want to wait. Why delay gratification right? This quite possibly goes back to my childhood. But I don’t really remember getting what I want as a child. Maybe I’m making up for what I feel was a slight my entire childhood? Jesus I think they call these “breakthroughs” in therapy. So maybe if I had been given the odd toy now and again when I wanted it I could understand the give and take of patience. Sweet Georgia Brown it all makes sense now.