I’ve been thinking a little bit lately about my tolerance to things. When I was younger I had a very high patience level and I think I still do to an extent, but this has dwindled a little while I’ve been growing up. I would say my patience with other people is still quite high, but patience with myself is pretty low.
I am also very pedantic, for example I have now deleted this post that I am writing three times to start it again just because what I was writing didn’t ‘feel right’. My attention span is pretty low, if I am concentrating I can concentrate enough to get a job done but if I don’t focus then I find it hard to get into something and end up getting distracted. I procrastinate a lot, I admit that.
I also hate routine, I noticed this a lot at university where I would walk into and back from lectures and finding myself really bored of doing the same thing day in and day out. Back then I thought it was because I wanted to get out of university and into the real world, but I am finding myself thinking the same things now. I like to have a varied lifestyle because otherwise I get bored and depressed of it. My evenings are quite active and normally I go out somewhere or do something new. The other thing I have noticed is that if I decide I want something, I have to have it immediately, I have no patience to wait for it to be delivered longer than it has to be. I have tried to restrain myself a bit on this lately as express delivery all the time gets expensive! I hate my pedanticness, as I mentioned already I think (or at least it was in a bit I deleted!) and I think I’m a little OCD about it. I like to be organised, and I would be really anally organised if it wasn’t for the lazy side of me getting in the way and overriding the ‘must have everything lined up in the right order categorically by size’ side. If I do something a quick way and know there is a better way to do it I normally pause for thought then go back and have to redo it the better way, otherwise it niggles at me. If I write letters I usually start them about 10 times until I’ve found the right pen and my handwriting is neat enough, they get restarted until the point that I’ve written too much that my hand is hurting to much to restart it again or there is enough text on the paper for me to feel too lazy to write it out again. I recently wrote out a card to my boyfriend and I find myself *still* niggled by the fact I don’t think I wrote it out neat enough. I do like being organised, but I get frustrated by the time I have to waste correcting things to be just right to make myself feel at ease.
Getting back to the point – thinking about tolerance has made me wonder how tolerant other people are to the wonders of life. I would guess that I probably have quite a high tolerance level in comparison to most, I seem to go about in life trying not to be a bother to other people so they don’t have to ‘tolerate’ me.. thinking about I guess this also ties in with selfish/less-ness. Generally I more often than not put others before myself, but I think its because I see myself suffering as not as great as theirs. I’d rather suffer than watch others suffer for sure. So this has made me ask a question..
Does ‘tolerating people’ mean than you see them as less than you?
Discuss. [Answers on a postcard!]