I tolerate the smell of kitty litter.
I tolerate the smell of kitty litter. I tolerate the line at DMV, a fart on a plane and tabloids at the checkout counter. I tolerate a mild toothache.
Being tolerated is not better than being actively persecuted — it’s just slower. Being tolerated fills one up with internal shame, a sense that one shouldn’t have been born, a sense that one’s presence on this world is unwanted. Being tolerated kills you slowly.
Tolerance assumes that you get to decide (…)