Driving Like a Maniac is a Major Heart Attack Risk Factor
I like to drive fast and always run around in a great big hurry even when there is no reason to be in a hurry. They say patience is a virtue but I don’t have the time. Until now. Now that I am aware that I have been killing myself with the extreme stress that I place upon my body due to my impatience.
This is my main character defect that friends, lovers and enemies have been pointing out to me for my entire life. I suffer from existential impatience.
One year ago I was laying in my hospital bed recuperating from emergency triple by-pass open heart surgery. My cardiac surgeon walked in and announced that he and his associates have no idea what caused my heart attack.
In the past year I have conducted my own research to discover exactly why I had a full blown heart attack. I don’t want to go through cardiac surgery again.
I am gluten-free and I have a personal home yoga practice. I eat healthy and drink lots of water. I quit smoking five years ago. I had absolutely no awareness that I even had a heart condition. So why was I a heart attack risk?
My Own Personal Heart Attack Risk Factor is My Impatience
So far my research indicates that I created my own heart attack risk because of my impatience and competitiveness. I have a delusional sense of time urgency that causes me to drive my car like a hostile maniac. Looking back at my life I can see how I mentally and emotionally abused my body, mind and soul and needlessly caused my own coronary artery disease.
I am always in a hurry even when there is no rush. I was born three weeks premature. I am always in a rush just to get the next exciting destination instead of enjoying the journey. I caused my own heart attack by being a Type A Personality.
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Last night I met up with a bunch of men exactly like me at a coffee shop. These guys were like looking in a mirror for me. I realized how patient I am today. My brand new acquaintances were rushing in to fill each others sentences. Everyone had an opinion about Donald Trumpet’s latest chump baiting of the media and hence the public. Everyone except for me. I was sitting there with my herb tea judging which of my brand new associates had the most emotional maturity. I was deciding which, if any, of these impatient people who were just like me, that I wanted to be around.
By seeing my own urgently competitive behavior reflected in the person sitting next to me I am able take responsibility for my own impatience and change it. My choices are to change or to die.