Zero tolerance to Zero tolerance

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.

 

Zero Tolerance to Using Lifts when going down one floor

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.

 

 

 

 

Zero Tolerance to Tickling

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.

Zero Tolerance to Snoring

Easy one.

You snore? You’ll be pushed, kicked and punched and eventually exiled on the sofa. Strict no snoring policy enforced. No exceptions.

I will still love you. But you will sleep in the other bedroom, the one on the different floor…you’ll better have a big house.

 

S is seeping with things I don’t tolerate: slavery, social injustice, starving children, sex trafficking

Zero Tolerance to Runny Nose

Originally I planned this post to be against refurbished establishments that keep the same smell as the old ones but then I went for a run and ended up with a runny nose and the closest thing resembling a tissue I had on me was my sleeve.  Yes, I confess to wiping snots into my garments. I am so very mature.

I am also very much against racism.