Tolerance

T stands for a lot of things. One of the things it stands for is a guy I know. It also stands for tolerance, something that I truly need to master if I am going to survive this life mentally stable and it's something I need to master if I'm going to go to school with this guy and stay mentally stable. He's proud, stubborn, firm, and brutally honest...depending on who he's talking to. Which he'll be brutally honest when it comes to me 'cause he knows that I don't really care what he thinks or says. but honestly, I think the reason I don't care what he thinks or says is because if I did...I wouldn't be able to live. At all. I would be constantly worrying about what he thinks and I'd just not be able to function. Not that I don't give his thoughts about me some consideration. I mean, after I get over my pride and I carefully dissect what flaws of mine he may be talking about...sometimes, there's something useful about having a person who is firm in his beliefs around. Sometimes. Other times, it just feels like I should go kill myself to make the guy happy because I'd rather do that than reform to his vision of what I should be. Other times, I wish there was a way for him to at least accept an idea as what it is... an idea...and that he not have to analyze ad pronounce it as either sinful or righteous. Which brings us back to tolerance. I can only speak for myself when I say I need more of it.