I am waiting to see if I am good at something, because I have to wait to do this something, to know if I am good at it. I can’t do anything in order to know now if i am good at it or not, I can’t do anything to make it come earlier so that I can know if i am good at it or not. I’m waiting to know if I am good at something. I’m waiting impatiently because once I know if i’m good at it or not, I will be able to predict if I should do it more often or not. So i’m waiting to know if I am good at something to know, if i can do it again afterwards. Once I know that,
 I will be able to wait again to know if I’ll be good at that same thing, the next time I have to do it. I’m basically waiting to know if I am good at something, In order to be found waiting again the next time I’ll have to do it. I’m waiting to realise, that i’ll never know if I am good at that thing, or not.

I’m constantly waiting to reach the final version of mine. This idea of being “finished” as an adult human keeps me existential, at the same time it’s my everyday mirror for self-reflectiveness. The fuel to my recklessness and anxiety. I guess it keeps me rolling, thinking that certain achievements in life should be accomplished sooner or later. thanks for the social pressure! Where is the waiting taking place: It\'s all in my head I\'m waiting since they asked me in Primary school at first: What would you like to be when you grow up? That\'s about 22 years by now.

1 - There is a word in German describing the phase of waiting for an exciting moment, the anticipation, it’s called Vorfreude (‘pre-happiness’). This is a feeling that occurs mostly before a big positive event, and used to be felt a lot more often as a child. I have a clear memory of blindly feeling it before going to the amusement parc in the car and seeing the shapes of the geometrical enormous attractions. The joy was about to be so huge that my excitement (my Vorfreude) took more space than the rational projection of actually having to wait in queue the whole day. I dont remember clearly, but maybe actually it was more meta than how I see it today. Maybe and probably the Vorfreude was felt in the car but also in the queue. An exponential ecstatic waiting moment. As an adult, the Vorfreude is much more rational, because it’s easier to project what might happen, therefor the ‘surprise’ layer of the Vorfreude vanishes. My friend said it’s more ‘gratitude’ about the coming moment. Gratitude is the new Vorfreude. 2 - Someone said : I feel very brave when I enjoy queuing on my own. 3 - There is a feeling I love the most when online. It can sound a bit outdated, but I still happen to feel it: it’s the moment of excitement to browse a website when you can’t access it straight away. When someone narrates about a particular web experience, the mental imagery occurs and you start projecting - now you have to wait before the online moment. How is the website going to be? You have to wait patiently to type the URL and see the website loading. Sometimes, the excitement can be so strong that mistakes appear when typing the URL, leading to dead or wrong websites. This feeling was more common when internet was not everywhere at any time. I also observe a similar reaction when a website seems not made or really carefully thought of on mobile devices. The elements are not centred nor aligned to the phone screen, and you have to zoom in, scroll to the right and so on. Or some navigation elements just don’t work. Then you must patiently wait to stand in front of your laptop to go through the proper experience. I can’t blame the bad responsive design because myself, I don’t really affectionate creating mobile versions. I find the mobile format very limiting, it’s narrowed and long, whilst on the desktop it’s wide and deep. When learning to code we learn first on the desktop screen - maybe one day we will code directly on mobiles, maybe it is already the case. The desktop always seems more like the proper reference device, the reel website size.

I am an artist… at least that\'s written in my diploma.  But can someone\'s mind be defined by a single, academic title? Especially when applies to the arts? Every time I meet someone new (which happens often since I just moved to a new city) and get asked what I do for living - my voice trembles and I have difficulties explaining what I actually do… Well, I say. I do a lot of things…I studied art…I guess from the moment I left the safe (but at times, very uncomfortable) walls of the art academy, I am struggling to underset what to do with the strangely inapplicable knowledge I received there. I am waiting for a moment when with confidence in my voice, I can tell that I am an artist without listing all the things that keep me busy. Apart from that, I am waiting to find a way how to make a rather comfortable living without having to give up on my art and the stuff I find important…basically how to make money by being creative but without selling my soul to the capitalistic monster. 

Ik wacht elke 2 á 3 weken tot de chemo in mijn infuusarm is gelopen. Ik heb endeldarmkanker met uitzaaiingen. En middels chemobehandelingen proberen we zo lang mogelijk mijn leven te stabiliseren en te verlengen. Ik zit een stoel met anderen in een ruimte in het ziekenhuis en dit wachten wordt steeds vervelender: het duurt lang, je deelt niks met anderen dan hooguit een praatje. Liever wachten en lezen of slapen, dan praten over ziekte en kanker. Tijdens het infuus wacht je tot de bijwerkingen beginnen en je weet wat er gaat komen. Het heeft een grote impact op mijn leven. Ik moet altijd rekening houden met de bijwerkingen die mijn leven beperken en wachten op betere dagen en momenten. Die er overigens volop zijn. Dat maakt het wachten draaglijker. Ik wacht elke 3 maanden op de uitslag van een scan. Dit doe ik al 4 ½ jaar. Dit is spannend en uitputtend. Wordt het wachten beloond door een goed uitslag en daarmee dragelijk of wordt het wachten lastiger en minder draaglijk. Onzekerheid, soms angst, gelatenheid en blijheid wisselen elkaar af. Wachten is een raar begrip geworden in mijn leven. Wachten op uitslagen, wachten op goed nieuws, wachten tijdens behandeltrajecten en wachten op kwaliteit van leven. Wachten ook op nieuwe behandelingen.

I find myself waiting for others to move. My child, my husband. I wait for them to act before i act myself. I notice i do so, but that doesn\\\'t make it easier to stop waiting and just go for things myself. I just get frustrated and urge them to act faster/sooner.

Ok, I think I am waiting for more private time because it is so out of balance with the time I spent on work and others. This battle has been going on for years and I am at an age to where I have to confess that I am waiting while working. And the work does not encourage what I am waiting for - more time for myself - so it\\\'s a circle I have difficulty to escape. I wait not by doing nothing but by doing too much...

I have been in this room for a long time now. It feels like an hour but I cannot perceive how much time has passed since I am here. I don’t wear a watch and my phone is out of reach atm. No idea wassup. My visa was in check. Double checked with the embassy before leaving, double checked with the Institute I’m invited by before leaving too. This situation is weird. It’s not valid they say. Wait, what? Double checked by several bureaucratic bodies. One individual at the border has decided it is invalid and I am according to their views, illegal here. 1 day too early they say I arrive. (Lol, bullshit) I am waiting alone in this room without windows. Four walls. They left me without explaining what is happening until a third person enters behind them. They have found a translator. First name, last name, date of birth, passport number, the reason(s) why am I here. Who are my contact(s). Why do I want to do what I have to do here. I understand that the questions aren’t about what I am doing, I am being scan from head to toe. Checked, and double checked, and triple checked. Is this all about how I look? I am sweating, I feel anxious and stressed. They are constantly looking at my piercings. A “Jewelry rack” as my mom like to define my taste. They look at me, they are still three. I look at them. I don’t understand shit about what they say. We look at each other. I feel in an atemporel space. I still have no idea what time is it. What am I doing here and why. Someone is supposed to wait for me at the arrivals. I told them that. They don’t seem to care. Are they still going to wait for me? I have to communicate again. First name, last name, date of birth, passport number, reason of my entry, why am I here. Who do I know here. Are they gonna ask all the border patrol available to come ask me the same questions? Im losing my calm and ask the reasons why am I here. No answer. I wait again, alone in that shitty room. They come back, one of them is different. I’m about to loose my calm. I dropped a name. The name of the founder of that space I am invited to do my work. I remember they are connected with the actual political body of that country. Silence. They all turned nervously towards me. They look at me. No sounds. Did something unlocked? They leave the room but come back faster. From there, the time accelerates. I get back my passport, my phone, my coat, my sweater, my bag-pack, my suitcase. They tell me I am allowed to go now. Stamp on my visa. Checked.

I can’t stand delays. It brings a lot of insatisfactions. I like my schedule tight. No need to wait I just go through from one environment to another. With a timer in my mind, in my head, I like it smooth. If something disrupts the natural flow I initiated, I get frustrated. Don’t break my drive. It’s a carefully designed auto-pilot. Butterfly-effect it delays every single activities planned with time ahead and the whole day is fucked. I keep pushing and accelerate or even suppress what is not a priority. Faster Faster F A S T E R Sleep is overrated. And, One day I crashed. Forced pause. Everything was moving too fast. My mind was out of order, my body immobilized. Even waiting was tiring. Body shuts down and I am frustrated. I have to wait and I can’t stand it. My body doesn’t respond. It cannot move. And it’s unbearable.

I’m waiting for his text Ain’t coming I see he saw the message. It’s marked “Lu” He responded an hour later, Sorry, too busy. Then excuses flooded. I switched off my phone I was pissed. The next day, he doesn’t even look at the message. Or maybe he “saw” it but doesn’t open the app that allows that instant gratification of being seen, being “Lu” True fact is: He constantly is on his phone. Gaming Socializing Instagramming Meme therapy But doesn’t make space and time to reply to one single question. From that moment I switched off notifications. It’s gonna be according to my time, If I am willing to open that shitty app, And then I will see if I want to reply. Silence. I didn’t exchanged with him ever since I sent my last message. He neither did. We still occupy the same workspace tho But Interaction is inexistant. I avoid his look, I don’t see him, he don’t exist. So stupid, What a waste of my time.

I am waiting for my allowance to arrive in my bank account because now I cannot buy my groceries anymore.

I am waiting for a package that was sent by my mother two weeks ago. It contains memories from my home so that we feel together even apart. I spend more time at home while waiting in case I miss it.

I am waiting for my medication to arrive. I have asthma so I need to have the inhaler in the morning and in the evening to avoid coughing fits.

As a woman, waiting for the bus at night is always an experience that is unpleasant. Back home, I would wait for at least 30 minutes in the dark and alone, and I always somehow feel threatened or at risk.

I am waiting for the house prices to go down so that I am able to buy a house. I have been waiting for this for a long time.

I am waiting to go home…. Just kidding. I am now typing and thinking about this waiting time. Because for me times flies very fast. Especially when Corona started. That we are now here after around two year… crazy times…. But these are my thoughts now and when I think about waiting I am mostly waiting at the train of metro stations or even when somebody is talking to someone else and I don’t know what they are saying or they talk about something That doesn’t relate to me. They you wait when they are finished.

I like to have time so I sometimes choose not to call it waiting. But I did experience waiting when someone had to give me an answer to a question or to know the result of a test. In those situations I was not able to turn into extra time, as if the other party owned the time. Then waiting is hard.

Ik wacht op verantwoordelijkheid van de regering, de mensen met macht in ons land. Dat er verantwoordelijkheid wordt genomen om ons klimaat te redden. Verantwoordelijkheid nemen over de fouten die er worden gemaakt en daarop de juiste consequenties toepassen, daarbij denk ik aan de toeslagenaffaire, de fouten in het leenstelsel, de vreselijke huizenmarkt en fouten die er zijn gemaakt tijdens de coronacrisis. Ik ben het wachten zo zat. Mijn generatie heeft, op deze manier, helemaal niks aan onze leiders. Ze laten ons stikken is co2-uitstoot en verdrinken in schulden. Ik wacht al jaren. En ik ben er bang voor dat ik nog veel langer moet wachten. (Rotterdam, Nederland)

thuis in Rotterdam Nog steeds niet geschreven. Waar wacht ik op? een beter moment? Of is het gewoon uitstellen. Ja Zo...

Bij Studio Nieuw Luxor in Rotterdam Na de warming up wachten op inspiratie bij de dans. Contact maken met de de muur de vloer, je danspartner. Wat gaan we doen. Hou het simpel, herhaal en vertaag of versnel. Presenteer aan de groep. Wachten op feedback, reactie.

Wachten is ‘tijd voor mezelf’. Ik hoef niets, niets en niemand vult die tijd. Ik hou van wachten, ik ga graag vroeg naar een afspraak, dan is er tijd om te wachten. Terugkijkend op mijn werkzame leven was er toen geen tijd om te wachten, alle tijd werd ingevuld, er was altijd een lijst met klussen die nog gedaan moesten worden. Nu pensioen, tijd om te wachten, niet op iets of iemand, maar wachten op wat misschien gebeurt, wat in me opkomt, om me heen gebeurt. Kijken, horen, voelen, denken. Verrassing Hillie van de Peppel Rekken

rotterdam ik wacht op inspiratie om een recensie te schrijven. nog niet eerder gedaan. een geval van overmoedig reageren. het boek LUCHT van Eveline van Putten.

I’m waiting for the start of a performance night in Rotterdam called Welcome to our Guesthouse

Me and my son are waiting for the food someone else is preparing. He is very hangry and comes up to me with fruits, whining and moaning about wanting some fruit. But the answer is no.. so now he is crying and I am annoyed and trying to divert his attention, with this task to write down what we are waiting for. Isaac and Leonie

Om te beginnen: in de link in de mail van het Goethe-Institut zit een typefout. Dit project trekt mijn belangstelling omdat ik de ervaring heb opgedaan dat wachten heerlijk is. Ik geniet er zeer van als ik ergens niet meteen aan de beurt ben, even niets hoef en rustig de tijd kan nemen mijn omgeving te bestuderen. Mensen zijn altijd interessant om naar te kijken, maar ook dieren en dingen bijv. in een winkel het warenaanbod waarvan het grootste deel mij doorgaans vreemd is. Als het wachten tot een praatje met een ander leidt, is dat een plezierige bijvangst. Heel vriendelijk is het, als mensen zich verontschuldigen dat ze mij hebben laten wachten. Ik leg ze dan uit wat voor plezier ze mij daar mee hebben gedaan. Hun reactie daarop is dan vaak weer interessant. Ik moet er eerlijk bij zeggen, dat mijn status als gepensioneerde hierbij wel van invloed is. En het feit dat ik mijn smartphone weinig gebruik. Henk

Ik bevind me in de foyer van het Nationale Theater in Den Haag. Mijn beide voorstelling-gezelsschaps-genotes zijn allebei drie kwartier vertraagd dus ik moet _wachten_ en ik ben helemaal ontregeld Want ik ben net afgelopen maand in het reine gekomen en acceptatie van het feit dat ik helemaal níet een geduldig mens ben. Terwijl ik daar echt van overtuigd was!! Maar echt heel erg ongeduldig. Ik kan het onder bepaalde omstandigheden of ten behoeve van specifieke personen tolereren, het *wachten* maar als het me zo overvalt, overvalt het me. Ik heb al een tekeningetje gemaakt, ik weiger te kletsen met mensen, ik wil ook niet per sé m’n laptop pakken voor werk. Ik ben overgeleverd aan de tijd. Oh.. het is een essay van een ongeduldig iemand. I’m your guy. Over urgentie, spoed, noodzakelijkheid, de fysieke verschijnselen van wachten, intern vloeken, opstandigheid, een innerlijke kleuter, agressie, het kapseizen van humeur, dissociatie, offline gaan in m’n hoofd. En dat alles in vijf minuten. Nog 40 te gaan.

Ik zit in Rotterdam tijdens de Museumnacht te wachten in het Goethe Instituuut om te gaan naar een voorstelling over wachten…. Gelukkig hebben ze lekkere thee en zijn de verhalen leuk om naar te luisteren. Een gesprek over wasserettes en of je dan zelf je wasmiddel mee moet nemen. Hilarisch!

I'm waiting for today to be over, and for tomorrow to start. I'm having a bit of an off day mentally, and hope that tomorrow will be better. In Rotterdam, NL.

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