Take for instance, well, now. I could go on and on about how I'm feeling... btw, I've discovered that there's nothing wrong with that either. Or I can go, "whatever," give proper respect to it so to prevent the blockages of course, then hurry up and move on.
Under both circumstances, no matter what, the same will occur- fifteen minutes from now there will be something else to try to slow me down. Again, and again, and again.
It gets old. Although yes, it's as much a part of it all as everything else, it just gets so fucking old.