It's a bit like watching a man standing on a building ledge, threatening to jump ... or listening to a drug addict drone on and on about his plans to reform ... or feeling bubble gum nag at the sole of a shoe ...
Day after day, there is some new news story about Benedict XVI's last moments as the front-and-center pontiff of the Roman Catholic Church. There is no denying the fact that his retirement is unusual and affecting in an organization that counts 1.2 billion members.
But my Twitter-ized, Facebook-ized and impatient mind says, "Enough already! Jump if you want to, clean up your drug-befuddled act if you want to, stop and scrape the oozing adhesive off your sole if you want to ... just do it and be done!"
When he was elected, I seem to remember that Benedict was chosen at least in part because he was old and would soon be gone and this gave the electing cardinals some breathing room in which to pick a more vibrant pope. And when I first looked at his face, the instantaneous word that came to mind was "avaricious," but that was just a snap judgment, an impatient judgment ... and perhaps, but perhaps not, an accurate judgment.
Tomorrow, Benedict will say goodbye to his cardinals and then -- I can't help saying, "Praise God!" -- be gone... and there will be some new and improved news thread to be irritated about.