i often liked to do things i was good at, as quickly as possible--when i was a kid; i remember all through school never being other than the first person finished taking tests, working problems, whatever. some people thought i was showing off. i didn't get why i should take more time if i already knew how to do it. doing otherwise would take the same kind of extra effort it would require to walk slowly beside someone who is having difficulty walking. then, it was simply annoying to me.
i walked fast to where i was going. (luckily i didn't drive this way--for long.)
gradually i became more aware of how this affected the way people would react to me, & for the most part i stopped doing things faster than the fastest person i would observe--at a job for instance. (nobody likes being made to look bad!) --though one time working the checkout line, there was a boss who didn't have much confidence in me up until then; & when i started going superfast in order to keep up with a busy period, & he saw i wasn't making a single mistake, this caused him to start respecting me.
i actually prefer reading slower, too, these days. though i was once timed at over 1000 words per minute, i know i don't get much sense of individual words or prose rhythm at such a rate. about a fifth of that (or less) suits me better for the authors i most appreciate.
sometime into my slowing-down season, i remember playing chess with one of the local chess club's best players (& my sometime rival)--an aspie, i am certain of now. he made a point of moving instantly everytime. it seemed frantically comical to me, & i realized that i was seeing myself at a younger age.
ecclesiastes might be thus amended: to everything there is also a suitable rate of speed.
m.
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"I have always found that Angels have the vanity
to speak of themselves as the only wise; this they
do with a confident insolence sprouting from systematic
reasoning." --William Blake