Hurry Sickness
I read about an interesting concept, “Hurry Sickness” (no, it’s not gastric):
“Everybody I talk to expresses this feeling of being in a race with themselves, and feeling like they’re always losing, that they can never keep up,” says Debra Krumholz, a work-life consultant and career counselor at Amherst College who finds that even college students nowadays rarely slow down. “We get caught up in a certain pace and find it hard to downshift.”
If I’m not careful, that’s me.
For example, I get annoyed if the shuttle bus driver at work waits for yet another straggler to come along, even though it only “costs” about 10 seconds. I frequently need to remind myself to “chill”.
I try very hard not to pass this on to my kids, and so far, all of my children have escaped the “hurry up” gene.
Although? There are days where I wish I could do a little gene therapy on them.
I noticed the hurry sickness myself. There was a note to the directors of our workplace about the people who hold the elevator doors open for someone coming or stick their hands in to open the doors back up to get in. The person complaining said that the people should just wait for the next elevator. I am a door opener. I think it’s polite to let people on and join you. Why waste a very good elevator that is going to pass the way they are going anyway? Fill them up, I think. It probably doesn’t really matter, but that’s what I do.
Oh, Hurry Sickness is an epidemic depending on where you are in the country, and varied from place to place.
Me, being used to a “NY Minute” speed, lose my mind when I go to some other parts of the country and have to deal with their pace (which already probably feels “hurried” to them, meaning there are definitely levels of this disease)
I am definitely afflicted. Nothing can move fast enough for me – my computer, traffic, my kids!!