Time waits for no one, not even you.
I'll wait for anyone, even forever.
Waiting is one of my favorite activities.
I could wait for anyone or anything.
I could use my time Waiting for a person to arrive, or an event to happen, and I could fill out crosswords while I wait.
I could write a poem, or a short story, or even kill a man, while I am waiting.
Or I could be comfy and cozy, in my bed, watching Netflix until the end.
While I am waiting.
I'll wait as a long as I fucking like, and I'll do whatever the fuck I want, and I'll wait and wait and wait and when the End Comes.
You'll see what I've been waiting for.
Death enters the chat
But then you aren't waiting... You are busy doing all kinds of shit instead of waiting???
This is the paradox of waiting.
Are you killing time, or is time killing you?
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