Prejudice and Tolerance

As you get older, you like less and less stuff; foreigners, junk food and rap music nonsense to name but a few.

And yet, I feel I'm getting more tolerant. A paradox? No! Or maybe it is. Who knows or cares?

Obviously you do or you'd have clicked on www.poo-bridges.com by now.

For example; although I'm dead against [insert deviant behaviour here] I've nothing against other people engaging in said behaviour. Just not in my bathroom. Or fridge. Or pants.

I think there comes a time in life when you can separate your general principles from your immediate ones.

Take students. I've mentioned before, they are a bunch of whingers (yes Dave, you). They want free education now and yet they won't let other people use their Mercedes when they're 40.

On the other hand, I know if I was a student, I'd take everything I could get my hands on now and then move my millions to Switzerland and go and live in Cyprus.

So, have I achieved a Nirvana-like state where I can simultaneoulsy hold multiple, contrary beliefs?

Or am I just shallow and superficial? And stupid? And a big dumbass?

I'm going with dumbass.


Yours

Alice-in-charge-of-the-dog


p.s. Having just re-read my blog, I find it unbalanced, pointless and almost entirely without merit or meaning. I told you I'd improve.