It takes a lot to get me going. I have a lot of tolerance for other peopleís actions. Most of the time I donít judge. Maybe Iím just afraid of seeing any stones I cast come back at me, but I think itís a little more than that. Iím willing to overlook someoneís faults and weaknesses (or at least see them as quirks and foibles).
I donít have to work hard at not being offended. It just comes naturally. I know plenty of people who live their lives at hair-trigger readiness to punish anyone who looks at them sideways. If you make a mistake with someone like that, watch out. You might get cut off at the knees, or cut out of the herd and sacrificed. I couldnít be that judgmental if I tried. I laugh it off. I let it slide.
There is one thing you can do to me that will get me to call you all kinds of nasty names. And it happened today, twice. The phone rang, I answered it, and there was silence on the line. I hate that so much I canít even tell you. To me, thatís the rudest thing you can do, hanging up on someone without even a word. I can take all kinds of abuse, but thatís over the line. So to speak.
If I have to stop my life to answer the phone, the least you can do is say something. It doesnít even have to be something nice. Just donít leave me hanging, because Iím going to have to take it out on the telephone. Thatís not really fair, but itís all I have.
So if you tried to call me this afternoon and got a busy signal, Iím sorry. The second time it happened, I made sure it wouldnít happen again by throwing the phone across the room without hanging up. Blame the fool who pushed me over the edge.