Ahhh the waiting room. We’ve all been there ... The chairs suck, there’s no snacks and it’s always the opposite temperature from what you want. You can smell the despair around you. Anxious energy abounds. You could be waiting forever it seems as your left butt cheeks starts to tingle just before it goes to sleep. There’s an old saltine cracker wrapper crunching under the bottom of your foot as you try to stomp your butt cheek back to life. People are starting to stare. Let Em! They have their own wait to suffer though this one is yours. Maybe you’re waiting for a phone call or a visit from a loved one, or a hated one. Maybe you’re waiting for the beginning of that hyped up fresh, new start everyone’s been talking about. Maybe it’s the end you’re waiting for. The end to grieving, to pain, to self doubt, to the bullshit you’ve been choking on for too long. Maybe you’re just waiting to find out what the fuck it’s all about. Maybe it’s all of the above. Here’s what I’ve learned about the waiting room 1) it’s a great Fugazi song, 2) you’re not allowed to stay there forever there’s simply not enough room for everyone. 3) this too shall pass. Stick with me, I’ve been here before and I found the vending machines last time. I can’t fix it for you or for me but I promise to hold the kidney shaped, pink plastic barf bowl for you if you hold it for me. Together we will make the best of the waiting room. Now ... do you have quarters?
