Thursday, January 20, 2005

  • Contest Winner, Leah Seltzer

    Contest Winner, Leah Seltzer

Written by Leah Seltzer (Contest Entry)


Did you ever stop to think?

The rumbled noises of the crowded street are muffling the feeling I have inside. Waiting in line for the bar, I can’t seem to grasp the concept of the task I’m immediately performing. To the people around me, I’m beyond recognition and it’s not important who I am, only how fast the line in front of them is moving. Perhaps you’ll meet a chap in line who is in it for the conversation but often you find a line-mate who isn’t willing to converse. Most people are either too inebriated or too shy to interact with their peers during ‘the wait’. But in all honesty, do you ever wonder why people allow themselves to spend such a large fraction of their lives waiting in lines? At the supermarket, or retail stores, at the ticket booth or the gymnasium sign up, people passively stand in anticipation of their turn. And each line experience is so drastically different. The environment, people, and overall mood completely changes the experience of waiting.

In some ways, waiting in line is a social phenomenon, like ‘bless you’. Why do we not acknowledge the presence of a cough, or someone blowing their nose? We’ve conditioned ourselves so much that we don’t even question the inadequacies in our social conduct. It would be a lot more interesting to be in line if people were provided with some sort of toy or distraction. For example, a rubix cube or a kinder surprise…anything to get my mind off waiting to get into a bar to do more waiting to get a drink. It’s important to note here that all lines are continuous. One could conceivably continue any line into the eternity of space. As such, I would like to profess the endlessness of waiting that exists in our lives today. Waiting for the concert to start, waiting for the song to download, waiting for the fast food, for the washroom, for the bad movie to end, for the good one to begin. Waiting. Waiting. For the popcorn to pop, for water to boil, for water at a restaurant, for wristbands at a club, for the election results. Waiting.

It’s an interesting concept within itself. If we are always alive and experiencing our existence, then how or why should we ever feel like we are waiting. One can only be waiting if he or she is gazing into the future, for if you were enjoying waiting, it wouldn’t feel like waiting at all.


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