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Monday, August 30, 2004 And now for some private info ...
I had never heard the word tolerant used as a criticism before. That has changed now.
Yesterday, in a long and drawn out phone conversation with J.P. I was told how much I have changed in every possible way - except in my lousy relationship with my mother, of course. I am a completely different person.
The main difference, as might be expected, is that I no longer listen to him. It seems I interpret this as having matured and having attained liberation. He tends to think of it as the start of my unraveling. I simply ceased to see the light.
Then there's the physical part, of course. I am nothing like I was in my twenties and it sure feels good to be constantly reminded of it.
When I was in my twenties I was also ambitious. I made an effort to hide it because it was not socially acceptable, but I had it in me. I rejoiced in what I did and in my accomplishments. Now I am passively professionally unhappy and I don't care. Somehow I do not remember all that excitement at being a secretary back then. But maybe it's me. I have notoriously lousy memory.
And then the coup de grace. When I was in my twenties I was critical of people. Now I am "tolerant". And tolerant is bad because I do not discern.
Still, he "loves" me. Such confusion.
I could have spent the night bawling. I almost did. Then I chose to think good riddance. Even my tolerance has its limits. 11:34 AM
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