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I’m not a very patient person. Never have been. My mother used to always tell me, “Patience is a virtue.” It drove me crazy and I never understood what she meant by that anyway. What is… a virtue? She never REALLY explained that one to me and I never bothered to ask.
I like making art with chainsaws because they’re powerful, versatile, and very FAST. I like to get the ideas out into solid form before my attention wanders. Yeah, yeah, yeah, good things take time… but doesn’t it stand to reason that if we could do them faster, we could have MORE good things?
I talk faster than anyone in my family and the majority of people I’ve met in my life, and I’ve met quite a few. When someone tells me, “Slow down, you talk too fast!” I always want to say, “Maybe you listen too slow.” Pick up the pace, people.
And along those same lines, I’ve never been much of a tease. It never really occurred to me to hold myself back from joy. Why make someone wait when I didn’t want to either? Let’s go!
But I have continually discovered, in so many more ways than one, that other people don’t share my philosophy. They encounter a fast girl, and they think she’s “easy” and therefore, she apparently has no value. (Since when is convenience a bad thing?)
NooooOooooOo, no, no, no, they got it all wrong. Sometimes she’s just decisively driving things forward. Women can do that too, and there’s usually nothing very “easy” about strong, decisive people.
More and more, however, I’m learning that there is a clash between my willfully lusty nature and these outdated notions so many people have of what women are supposed to want vs what men are supposed to want, how long that’s supposed to take, and what was that word again… virtue? Meh. Sounds like a drag.
