The word “tolerance” has different meanings, some of which are pretty valid. In theory, tolerance is great. It makes you respect people who happen to be different than you, or hold different opinions or beliefs.
It’s not this great in reality. In reality, “tolerance” really means being polite to those who are different than you. Polite, not honest. Polite, not loving. Not understanding. Polite.
Being polite doesn’t mean anything if you’re not truly honest. Politeness is something for the outside, to show how great and nice and caring you are. You don’t really have to be- just act. Politeness is that kind of acting. It doesn’t show what’s inside. There could be a genuine great person, or a jerk. There are many polite jerks. I’ve met many of them. On the other hand, there are great people who have no manners and don’t know how to be polite.
I’m not saying we should be rude and mean to people who think differently than we do. But being polite, being nice isn’t enough. It’s practically worthless if you don’t take an effort to really understand other human beings and to love them in your heart for being, well, other human beings. Yes, even if they are different than you are.
I don’t really hate tolerance, but it isn’t my favourite thing in the world.
I want to be loved.
I want to be understood.
I don’t want to be tolerated.
I hate tolerance because it’s just a word. And not particularly great one.