During dinner Sunday evening, I realized something about myself. The realization wasn't very flattering but I recognized it and owned it. I absolutely do not like intolerance and racism and bigotry but I openly admitted that if someone shares with me that they are a certain "denomination" then I immediately make assumptions about them based on the stereotypes of that denomination but more so for the history that I have with people of that denomination. I try not to think too heavily on those experiences for they are rude, raw and just ugly - like the people that ushered them into my life. I also admit that I have people who live in close proximity to me that fit into that mold of denomination categorizing.
Those assumptions leave me little room for tolerance and even much less room for acceptance and absolutely no room for approval. I realized that this makes me hypocritical and possibly part of the problem. Admitting that was a bit shocking to me and left me perplexed as to if I need to do anything about that or if I should just chuck it up to that being my opinion or if it classifies as real intolerance. (hows that for run on sentence?)
Do you have something or someone that you are that way about in your life? People that you tolerate but secretly (or perhaps openly) feel disgust towards?
Please share so I don't feel so all alone in my discovery about myself. And if you are able to offer suggestions based in wisdom and not sarcasm - offer a way for me to deal with this in my life and grow from it.
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