well, the end of the series came only four years late. i don’t really have an excuse. so what.
To be honest the only thing about this post I can remember is that I wanted to name it zero tolerance to zero tolerance.
Perhaps I wanted to make a point where we should all be more tolerant rather than see everything in black and white and stick to our stubborn ideas and our unchangeable truths.
Be tolerant. Be kind. World looks different from a tiny basement window to a view from a rooftop of a skyscraper. It’s the same world nevertheless.
Point of view
stretched and pointing
accused of being rude
No wrong pointing at beautiful
Fire and Ice – Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Seriously? You think you’ll get the job? Go home, sleep and have nice dreams about it.
No Yelling either please (not applicable to Liz and Martin Yelling who can do no bad in my book).
…I was young and alone in the office. What is more worrying is the fact that I am actually quite tempted to repeat this in colour.
I think I have just proved that I have not grown up just yet.
To continue on a theme of premature silliness: Zero tolerance to Xmas decoration in shops before Halloween.
We are so afraid of so many things. Our fears have created so many rules and set in place so many precautions in hope to avoid as many risks as possible that we have brought our common sense on a brink of extinction.
Common sense is suffering as much as women in this world. We have to stop this.
…and live vomiting in public places, especially not tolerated on public transport. Although to be fair, I really don’t know what I was doing on a night bus at my age…
NO to violence at any age.
If you don’t have a broken leg, do not fall into a group of sick, injured, pregnant or elderly, if you don’t carry a heavy luggage, buggy or similarly awkward item, take the bloody stairs! You are forgiven if you accompany someone with a broken leg, someone who is injured, sick, pregnant or elderly or someone with an uncooperative object. Although you will probably be faster than them if you would opt taking the stairs.
People are so lazy and staircases are fun.
i’m also not keen on urine smell in public places, ulcers and unfairness.
Wild: Journey from Lost to Found by Cheryl Strayed
During the course of reading Wild, I have quite often paused to research the Pacific Crest Trail and found it far more interesting than Cheryl’s narration.
The whole prospect of Cheryl’s journey is actually more interesting that her journey itself in this case. The drama behind the reason for the journey is not dramatic enough…well, it is but the way it is laid out it makes it bland, unremarkable and unmemorable. The story is told in a matter-of-fact way that is making this epic journey sounds like a walk in a park on Sunday afternoon with flowers blooming and birds chirping. It is a shame. She has achieved something incredible but this unfortunately is not coming out from the pages.
I do love the father speech though…
”The father’s job is to teach his children how to be warriors, to give them confidence to get on the horse and ride into battle when it’s necessary to do so. If you don’t get that from your father, you have to teach yourself.”
”To heal the wound your father made, you’re going to have to get on that horse and ride into battle like a warrior.”
Even easier that the S one.
DO NOT TICKLE ME!
a) it’s not funny
b) someone will end up hurt
c) it’s really not funny
d) someone will really get hurt
I did cause a bloody nose to a tickler in my young years (unintentionally, but what do you expect if you tickle my feet and don’t cover your face). I also caused a black eye to another tickler in my late twenties (intentionally this time; it was his fault, he shouldn’t aligned his eye directly with my elbow while he continued with the tickling torture). I also had a near concussion when I banged my head on a radiator during another vicious attack by a tickler when I was a child. But the most serious injury received while being tickled was a broken rib. So not only was I tickled, I also couldn’t breathe without being in pain for few weeks.
SO ABSOLUTE AND TOTAL ZERO TOLERANCE TO TICKLING
Tickling is Tyranny and Torture and I have no tolerance to these.