I’d like to work on tolerating the different levels of stupid. I’d like to be able to tolerate the people I have to spend most of my day with. I’d like to tolerate persons whose personalities clash with mine. I’d like to tolerate people who are not polite and courteous in professional settings or any setting for that matter. I’d like to tolerate awful situations for which I have no control over – nor a solution. I’d like to tolerate my own judgemental thoughts. I’d like to tolerate screaming-in-public-in-your-face-batouttahell children. I’d like to be able to tolerate laziness. I’d like to be able to tolerate the quirks and perturbs that get under my skin. I’d like to be able to tolerate people who believe because of their whatever “status” – they are better than others. I’d like to tolerate the obvious lack of tolerance we as humans seem to all have in common. Sure some of us can tolerate different situations for the sake of remaining collected and neutral – but don’t we still shriek about it when we get home to the persons that tolerate us?
