My parents always used to preach that patience is a virtue whenever I would start to get anxious.
I didn’t care about patience, because I never planned to be saintly or stated I was virtuous.
I just wanted what I wanted when I wanted it. Later in my life, I found out that my lack of patience was a part of my ADHD. I couldn’t sit still and do something for very long. Waiting in line was almost as bad as being tied to a chair and being forced to stay quiet. It wasn’t happening. I was a young adult when my doctor finally diagnosed me with ADHD and gave me medication. Unfortunately, the medication did nothing but put me in an altered state, and make me look like a zombie. I told him I was too old for some of the medications he was trying, and I was doing better without them. Later that year, the doctor wasn’t liking my progress and asked if I had tried medical marijuana. I had used marijuana when I was a teenager, but all it did was put me to sleep, which was preferable to not knowing what was happening to me. He got me in to see a doctor that would help me get the medical marijuana ID card. Three months later, I was finally feeling better and not wondering if my body was going to jump out of my skin. My parents told me that all I needed was patience. I told dad patience isn’t a virtue; its medical marijuana induced. I thought he was going to blow a gasket.