I wait in the woods, wait in the marsh, and enjoy the scenery and other life forms while waiting. I have climbed out of the boat blind if a special duck is close by and will not respond to calling, stalking into range quietly. I find it easier to be still when waiting.
I don't like taking the first move in other situations. Don't want to be mistaken. Guess I usually waited over the years.
Have almost watched moss grow on trees waiting. Guess I'm a wishful thinker of sorts. If I wait long enough, I may feel everything would be alright to go on about whatever it is I'm contemplating. Have watched things and moments disappear, too, while waiting.
Do the introverted wait longer than the extroverted, I wonder?