Tolerance (Or Just Plain Stupid?)
I have gained a TREMENDOUS amount of patience after 1.5 years of Yoga. Things that faze me, or even situations that stress me out [traffic, leaving the house with the wrong shoes, or worse – no underwear!] don’t seem to bother me as much.
Traffic? Just leave earlier. No sweat.
Idiot motorcyclist in front of me who just weaved in and out and nearly killed himself on my windshield? No sweat, just don’t die on my car, and would you like to consider purchasing life insurance?
The BMW-driving-sack-of-potatoes who is tailgaiting me and trying to get me to speed up even though the cars in front of me are travelling at the same speed? No sweat, he can overtake and get stuck on the left lane for all I care.
Dad next to me harassing me to overtake the truck? No sweat, I calmly cut to the right and did a neat little overtake without scaring the truck driver.
In other words, yes, tremendous amount of patience and tolerance.
However, I’m starting to question if I’ve lost my sanity when someone calls me “fucking stupid” twice in one night. Toss in “idiot” and “Are you stupid?” a couple of times and you have my Saturday night post advanced class. In fact, I am so GODDAMN mellow that the countless amount of times he’s called me “fucking idiot” or “fucking stupid” don’t bother me. At. All.
Though I’m starting to think that I should be bothered. Or at least be a little angry!
Jesus says “turn the other cheek”. Yoga says “If the heat can get to you, what about the outside world?”.
So here I am, sitting on my butt on a Sunday evening trying to get my freelance work done wondering if I really am too tolerant / patient, or am I just too damn stupid for my own good. Which is a pity, really, as I’d like to think I’m not as dense as I make myself up to be. *flips bleached hair.
p.s : I really was kidding about the bleached hair. I don’t have the right features / skin tone to pull it off!