Posts Tagged ‘Tolerance’

So I Guess I DID Know What I Was Going To Write About Today

November 25, 2022

I’m not going to pretend that I didn’t at least vaguely have this thought when I posted this yesterday, but it was quickly pointed out to me that in some circles just saying, “Happy Thanksgiving” could be considered negative.

It’s not that I don’t get that, I do, but I think it’s important to acknowledge the intention behind what someone says.

Neither Did Mom, But That Was On Purpose

June 27, 2022

Mom visited us recently, and as she was getting ready to leave, she asked for a “goodbye hug from her baby.”

Afterwards, L’s Mother turned to L. and said, basically, “See? I know you don’t like it when I call you ‘my baby,’ but your dad just got called ‘baby’ by his mother and he didn’t complain.”

No . . . no, I didn’t, but she obviously didn’t see the look of utter revulsion that crossed my face.

This Doesn’t Mean They’re Not Supporting You

November 26, 2021

It is fully possible for someone to respect your right to make a choice about your life (like, say, moving across country to be closer to some girl), and to hope that it brings you happiness (and it did), but to still think it’s a very, very bad idea (my parents were understandably less than thrilled with my decision at the time).

And I’ve Been Watching For Some Time Now

June 19, 2017

If you want tolerance, one of the things you have to do is be tolerant.  If there’s another way to make that work, I, for one, have never seen it.

I Think This Means I’m A Better Person Asleep Than I Am Awake

July 26, 2016

Again my thoughts this morning were inclining toward the political, then I learned something about myself when someone tried to discuss the topic with me just a little too soon after I got out of bed.

Before I pass a certain level of awake, I have no tolerance for meanness.  When I’m alert I can evaluate things in terms “Okay . . . they deserved that,” but when I’m still feeling the lingering warmth of last night’s sleep, my reaction seems to be “Why are people being horrible to each other?  Don’t they realize I just woke up?”

Musings On A Memorial Day

May 26, 2014

We do not live in a tolerant age. Of all the rallying cries the early 21st century will be remembered for, “live and let live” will most certainly not be among them. In fact, as I watch even the self-appointed “champions” of tolerance becoming themselves more and more intolerant, I can think of no philosophy that better sums up the antithesis of everything this century has stood for so far than “live and let live.”

Ah well, it’s never been a terribly popular philosophy, now has it?

Yes, it’s had its localized renaissances and resurgences here and there, but never enough to truly call it “popular,” and yes, I know things have gotten better than they used to be. At least these days it’s not in vogue anymore to actually kill those who “aren’t like us,” and that is progress. Mind you, as cultural achievements go, “not murdering, merely despising,” isn’t much to brag about.

I’ll grant it’s a start though . . . and besides, who knows? This century is still young, and it’s within the realm of possibility that I’ll yet live to see a better age dawn. It’d help if people would start working on their tolerance skills now though, since while I’m planning on living a long, long time, I’m not planning on living forever.

And some day time is going to run out.