Maybe I am a guitar-strumming Kumbayah-singing happy-clappy dirty hippie. Maybe I am a hypocrite. But I prefer to be thought of as a believer in unconditional love. Living, let-living, forgiving.
If someone is noisy or rude or entitled then I completely get that you'd have a problem with that particular instance of noise or rudeness or entitlement. But whatever first world inconvenience someone caused you, that someone is still a someone. With friends, family, and a dog. Inherent worth and dignity is not a competitive sport.
Age-based expectations are age-based oppression. But when was the last time you heard "I'm not your friend" outside of primary school? Maybe you're not saying it. Maybe you're just doing it. It's still immature. Calling someone names that sound like villains out of B-movies is immature. Blaming someone for war and world hunger is immature. And don't you dare call me immature just because you need to work through your fragile masculinity.
Practically every religion has a rule about treating others in a way that you yourself would want to be treated. And I don't think you'd like it if someone was saying the same things about you that you're saying about an innocent man because you need a scapegoat.
I know you have "no interest". I had no interest in doing maths until I realised I needed to get a grip in order to get into uni. I didn't do it because I enjoyed it. It was as mundane as brushing my teeth or changing my underwear. Like forgiveness. It's second nature. I don't understand how forgiveness can be something one has to think carefully about and weigh up the pros and cons of doing.
In this world, the bullied become bullies. It's either yeet or be yeeted. But can we all take a break from throwing things?
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