The quick fix of physical urges has, more often than not, spawned numerous heartaches and psychological ailments. Apart from its role in gender relations, waiting takes many other forms. There is the angry waiting, the plaintive waiting, and the almost cheerful waiting in which we believe for certain that the phone call or the letter will come presently. Yes, I think so. They suffer nausea and wait for nine long months to give birth to new life and the source of new thrills and expectations.
Men wait too.
They wait with much libido for the opportunity, be it in politics or in business, to strike a blow to vanquish their competitor or rival. Very often, the strike seems to be more impassioned than the very principle about which they are debating. Prayer itself is a form of waiting but fortified with a glimmer of faith and perhaps of hope. For those who pray or chant with great perseverance, there is the suggestion that their waiting has been converted into purposefulness. Then, we wait for the train or the bus to ferry us home to the city to our props, our own chair, our own bed and our own habits.