5 Confessions of a Slow Walker
- Most of the time, I prefer to walk alone because then I don’t feel like I’m slowing someone down. On the street, and in the hallways at work, people constantly pass me and vanish into the distance.
- I used to feel like I should try to keep up with the crowd, but now I just can’t be bothered. If you want to walk with me, you’ll have to slow your steps to match mine, or leave me behind, because I’m going to dawdle.
- If you’re stuck behind me in a narrow hallway or on a crowded street, I’m going to try to get out of your way but, if I can’t, please know that I’m walking as fast as I can.
- I walk a lot, but I get out of breath quickly when I try to walk too fast (read: as fast as everyone else). I don’t like the feeling of gasping for air, and I don’t like how it sounds either.
- I don’t have to stop in order to smell the roses, but I do. I’m moving slowly enough to smell them without stopping, but I like to stop and enjoy them for a bit longer. Maybe take a photo with my phone.