Rude, harsh, devastating intolerance, I love you.

Today, yet again, I carefully stepped around my roommate who was irritable because he was failing his exams. He pretends that the main source of all his anguish and pain in this world are the dishes that had accumulated in the sink.

we are always asked

to understand the other person’s

viewpoint

no matter how

out-dated

foolish or

obnoxious.

I went on to attend class where the professor continually misquoted an author. Many people realised, but we all kept quiet and were polite.

one is asked

to view

their total error

their life-waste

with

kindliness,

especially if they are

aged.

On the bus later that day when a rather nasty and rude old woman demanded that I give up the seat I had despite there being several free seats, I smiled and apologized.

but age is the total of

our doing.

they have aged

badly

because they have

lived

out of focus,

they have refused to

see. not their fault? whose fault?

mine?

And during dinner when my grandfather told me that what I do is a joke and wrong and that I need to do what he did so I too can live an honorable life. I nodded along agreeingly.

I am asked to hide

my viewpoint

from them

for fear of their

fear. age is no crime but the shame

of a deliberately

wasted

life among so many

deliberately

wasted

lives is.

So, intolerance, I am sure you understand how today I yearned for your precence like nothing else. I wish you would come back. I miss you.

Yours Truly, C