Written on my MotoQ while in the waiting room at a doctor’s office. Sorry for any grammar or caps issues – posted as-is:
doctor’s offices are undoubtedly some of the most annoying places in the world. you are forced to sit in cramped quarters with a bunch of sick people and inevitably there is that one person who wants to start up a conversation with anyone that will listen. the conversation always includes a complete medical history and a who’s-who of every doctor in town. you can’t not listen to the overbearing rhetoric because the person is talking so loud that you can’t possibly just tune the conversation out.
then there is the obligatory follow-up illness. you went in with one problem but within a few days you will develop something else even if it is purely psychosomatic. today you have the screaming-well you get the point, but before the end of the week you’ll be able to vomit your lunch with greater velocity and distance than an olympic shot-putter.
another interesting thing about sitting in the waiting area at the doctor’s office is the human tetris game that is going on. you have a finite number of seats and as more patients arrive, they walk up to the counter, get their ream of paperwork to fill out, and then turn and peruse the seats for a spot that is as perfectly equidistant from every other person as they can possibly be. the look of disappointment on the person’s face who actually has to decide which sick person he/she is going to sit next to is almost worth the annoyance of having to sit there in the first place. that’s when you can see the calculations begin; this is the pinnacle of stereotypical discrimination. if you really want to learn how open-minded a person is, throw them in a crowded waiting room and see where they decide to sit. discrimination is alive and well in our society – unfortunately.
i’m the other annoying feature in the waiting room. the person who is vigorously keeping him/herself occupied so as to avoid any social interaction. typing away on my smart phone so I don’t need to talk to any of the other occupants forced into this scenario. while most people feign interest in the soap opera or day-time talk show that is on the TV, my cohorts in arms are busy burying themselves in their technological superiority to every one else in the place to avoid the small talk and banter about this or that symptom or the unusually usual weather.
So, there’s a cynical dip into my psyche. Obviously doctor’s offices put me in a bad mood. My next post should be on a brighter note.
