How long does one spend in life waiting?

I heard the other day
by way of procrastination
that time slows when processing new information.

So why does it come to a stantstill when doing not much at all?

Why can't it pass quickly even when you wait patiently for it?

Time usually tells, but somehow I think this time
won't.

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Why is it that I feel nowhere out of the ordinary-

in fact, I blend in to my surroundings
browsing aimlessly on my phone,
along with the drones around me.

It's hardly stimulating.

But when I get low on battery, there's a sudden

"what to do"

then I remember my notepad in desparation

and hide it on my lap under the table
like a filthy secret.

As if writing with a pen is strange

and tapping my thumb on an oddly decorated black screen

is not.

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Pins and needles are weird.

My leg is numb but tingling at the same time.

And then you feel your muscles
and you blood
and the reminder your body is flesh

is disconcerting rather than reassuring.

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The artist's dilemma;

Am I bored enough to draw a chair?

People don't sit still long enough to draw.
But then
one is careful not to offend with a poorly drawn characature.

Other things are                 far away

and the whole food court is too much a feat
for the simple killing of time.

What if my compatriot arrives before I finish?
For shame.

So- am I bored enough to draw a chair?