Someone said something very true about me today.

My ’surrogate mom’…the woman who has been the best kind of mother to me for the past 21 years…called me compassionately intolerant. I think I may just have to get a tattoo of that phrase, or at the very least, a t-shirt.

I suppose it seems odd to be delighted by being labeled ‘intolerant’, but it is so true, I can only celebrate it.

I AM intolerant of one thing in particular…Forgive the terrible grammar, but it is completely NOT okay with me for you to be unhappy, if there is anything that can be done about it.

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