Now, please!

Realization: I am an impatient person.

Why is waiting so difficult? More importantly, why is waiting so difficult for me? I remember being a little girl, eagerly awaiting my turn to open my Christmas presents (as is the Bober family tradition) and my Grandmother tell me that the anticipation is the best part. Because once you unwrap the package and see what's inside the limitless possibilities are suddenly confined by it's contents and regardless of what the gift is the fun of guessing is over.

So let's say that this is true when it comes to presents. But is it true in more aspects of life? Is waiting really the best part? If so, then why am I so impatient and anxious when I am forced to wait?