You know those people who poke along so much that they make you feel like you have to cut your stride in half? The people that you get behind in Walmart that are walking so slowly that you feel like a little piece of your soul is dying as you wait an eternity to walk around them?
Basically, if we were in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, you’d want to hang with me since I’d be eaten first and you’d have a good head start. Or, to put it in even more current terms, if you’re looking for a Pokemon Go partner, don’t pick me if you’re hoping to catch a lot of them.
When my husband and I are out together, I imagine that people must think he has some rule that says I have to stay 10 feet behind him at all times, since that’s how it often works out.
“Don’t touch the cart!” I’ll tell my husband when he tries to pull it and make me walk faster in the grocery store. This is also why I’m not too big on holding his hand when we’re strolling along. He tries to make me move faster, and being pulled around the park or the store or wherever by your spouse doesn’t exactly scream “the romance is still alive.”
It’d be nice if I could blame being a “slow folk” (what toddler Little Man would say when he’d try to be like his daddy and call me a slow poke) on some of my joint issues as of late, but the truth is that I’ve always moved like I have lead in my feet. I got my nickname of Pokey in high school for a reason, after all.
You know what’s nice, though? Toddlers.
Yeah, a toddler is like a little sorcerer when it comes to making your energy disappear and increasing it tenfold for themselves, but they have benefits that extend beyond being awesome cuddlers, and for me that is making me appear to be less of a slow walker. In fact, I look like one of the most patient people in the world when I’m walking beside Baby Girl hand-in-hand, as you’ll rarely see me pulling at her arm and coaxing her to speed up.
Are you a “slow folk” or are you the one always leaving people behind?
This post comes from The Daily Post’s prompt Slowly.