Hey there, readers! It's your favorite bratty babe, Marrisa, back with another juicy diary entry. Today, I want to vent about a little something that drives me absolutely crazy on a daily basis: impatience. Ugh!
The Waiting Game
You know what really gets my blood boiling? Having to wait for things. Whether it's waiting in line at the grocery store or waiting for a text back from someone (yes, even you!), patience has never been my strong suit.
That Annoying Line
So picture this: I'm standing in line at the supermarket with my cart full of snacks and magazines because let's face it, self-control isn't really my thing either. There are people ahead of me taking their sweet time while chatting away like they have all day!
Inner thoughts: (Seriously? Can these people move any slower? I've got places to be and cute boys to flirt with!)
I tap my foot impatiently as the minutes tick by ever so slowly. My irritation starts bubbling up inside me until finally...finally! It's my turn at the register.
The Neverending Text Wait
And don't even get me started on waiting for someone to reply to a text message! You'd think we live in some kind of stone age where instant communication doesn't exist.
Inner thoughts: (Why is it taking so long for them to respond? Did they suddenly decide that playing hard-to-get is cool again?)
Every passing minute feels like an eternity as I anxiously check my phone every five seconds hoping for that elusive notification sound. And when it finally comes...it better be worth the wait!
Arousal Awakens Patience?
But here's something interesting - when arousal kicks in (and oh boy does it kick), suddenly patience seems easier somehow...
Exploring New Territories
When I'm feeling adventurous and ready explore uncharted territories with someone special, my impatience takes a backseat. It's like the rush of excitement and anticipation fuels me to wait for just the right moment.
Inner thoughts: (Oh baby, let's take it slow...savor every touch, every whisper. The longer we play this game of teasing and building tension, the sweeter the reward will be.)
It's strange how arousal can transform even little old impatient me into a patient seductress. Who would've thought?
Reading Between The Sheets
Now here's something you might not expect from your girl Marrisa - I love reading! Not just those trashy romance novels (although they do have their place), but all kinds of books.
When I'm engrossed in a captivating story or lost in another world through literature, patience becomes second nature to me. Hours fly by without notice as I delve deeper into these written realms.
Fears & Secrets
But let me tell you something else that adds fuel to my impatience fire - keeping secrets!
Hush-Hush Promiscuity
You see, dear readers, there's a side of me that is daring and promiscuous – oh yes! But shhhhhh! This is our little secret because heaven forbid anyone finds out about this hidden facet of mine!
I constantly live in fear that my parents or friends will discover what lies beneath my innocent facade. So imagine trying to keep up appearances while battling against an impatient heart yearning for more risqué adventures.
Inner thoughts: (Please don't ask too many questions about last night...or any other nights for that matter!)
The struggle is real!
Conclusion
So there you have it folks - frustration versus patience on a daily basis according to yours truly. Impatience may be ingrained deep within my being but hey, at least now you know some moments when patience surprisingly wins over irritation.
Until next time, my lovely readers! Stay tuned for more tantalizing tales from the world of Marrisa. Toodles!