Expressing anger is a form of public littering. (Willard Gaylin)
Am 25. Jan 2013 im Topic 'rant'
Dear Other People,
the term tolerance is misleading. To be tolerant should be divided into two similar but yet different words. To be tolerant would then mean to be open to the world, to new ideas, to other individuals and to be indifferent to the prejudices one had. To be tolerating would then be the other expression because if one were tolerating, one would still be affected by annoyances while quietly swallowing those deep down. To be tolerating is active, something one actually has to actively do, while being tolerant is something like a state of being or a certain characteristic.
However, dear Other People, I might be tolerant in general, especially in the sense of justice and political correctness, but I am not very good at tolerating. Many of you annoy me. Many of you should dissolve into thin air or crumble to dust to be carried away by the wind into oblivion.
And you are everywhere. Yesterday at work I had to deal with different varieties of Other People. That two arrogant women who thought they were so incredibly irresistible and knew everything so much better than the actual experts. Or that weak man who would not step up. Or the other man with the pretty curls who is a clown and who annoys me every other five minutes. Those Other People were so dumb, so pretentious and annoying. Why do I have to deal with this nonsense? In those moments, I transform. I transform into a mass of disgust and hatred. I want to knock sense into them. Not in the classic sense of a good beating; more in the metaphorical sense, imaginative but therefore so much worse. It makes me mad having to deal with the Other People even at work, a so called professional environment. But it is especially those aggravating Other People who claim professionalism. Professionalize my behind! They know nothing of professionalism and still they pretend to be worthy of what they disgusting little minds desire. In my opinion, they only deserve excreta on their desks or in their purses.
As you can read, Other People, you annoy me very much. I prefer to be surrounded by The People I Like. Those are just great, even when they annoy me.
the term tolerance is misleading. To be tolerant should be divided into two similar but yet different words. To be tolerant would then mean to be open to the world, to new ideas, to other individuals and to be indifferent to the prejudices one had. To be tolerating would then be the other expression because if one were tolerating, one would still be affected by annoyances while quietly swallowing those deep down. To be tolerating is active, something one actually has to actively do, while being tolerant is something like a state of being or a certain characteristic.
However, dear Other People, I might be tolerant in general, especially in the sense of justice and political correctness, but I am not very good at tolerating. Many of you annoy me. Many of you should dissolve into thin air or crumble to dust to be carried away by the wind into oblivion.
And you are everywhere. Yesterday at work I had to deal with different varieties of Other People. That two arrogant women who thought they were so incredibly irresistible and knew everything so much better than the actual experts. Or that weak man who would not step up. Or the other man with the pretty curls who is a clown and who annoys me every other five minutes. Those Other People were so dumb, so pretentious and annoying. Why do I have to deal with this nonsense? In those moments, I transform. I transform into a mass of disgust and hatred. I want to knock sense into them. Not in the classic sense of a good beating; more in the metaphorical sense, imaginative but therefore so much worse. It makes me mad having to deal with the Other People even at work, a so called professional environment. But it is especially those aggravating Other People who claim professionalism. Professionalize my behind! They know nothing of professionalism and still they pretend to be worthy of what they disgusting little minds desire. In my opinion, they only deserve excreta on their desks or in their purses.
As you can read, Other People, you annoy me very much. I prefer to be surrounded by The People I Like. Those are just great, even when they annoy me.
