The world feels fast: fast food, high-speed trains, supersonic planes. Tech companies move fast and break things. People want things now, resulting in instant Jell-O, instant messaging and Instant Pot.
I’m slow. I read slowly, write slowly, learn slowly. I’m thorough; detail-oriented.
This fault-line between my slow-motion style and the world’s fast-motion expectations sometimes leaves me feeling deficient, concerned I lack a societally-valued trait.
My discomfort intensifies when I try to learn something new. I plod through my learning while images of Neo from The Matrix appear, skills and knowledge insta-loaded into his memory.
I’ve wrestled with this aspect of my personality, being self-critical when I take too long to learn something, aching to speed things up. Expecting something other than what is.