I had a friend that I held close to my heart. I mean, closer than I normally have my friends. All my friends are close to my heart, as close as anyone can get.
Anyway, she decided that our communication was ill. I guess my points of view get exponentially upsetting if you’re intolerant. Maybe that’s all we are to people, levels of tolerance.
Intolerance? how much can I tolerate you? how much can you tolerate me? The intolerance can then lead to prejudice and discrimination. An incestual melding of what you want and what you don’t want. Who are you to tell me what I like? But worse of all, who am I to tell you what you like?
If only I could force my ideas upon you, if only.
I would really have loved for this girl to be part of my life, as I really wanted to be part of hers. She opened my eyes to views that not many knew. Now, it seems all I hear is what she told me.
And all I got was this lousy t-shirt.