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Intolerance Some people are engrossed in intolerance. For a few it is racial intolerance
they hate Italians, Russians, African Americans, or maybe White Middle
Class Suburbanites. Others have a sexual preference intolerance they
can't deal with the fact that some peoples doors swing left instead
of right or even both ways. I on the other hand hold a different kind
of intolerance. Experts refer to it as Lactose Intolerance. I have an
internal grudge that is beheld against all that is dairy. Discriminate
I do not; whether it is Cheddar, American, Swiss, White Milk, Chocolate
Milk, Scrambled Eggs, or even Eggs Over Easy, the result is the always
the same. As I sit on my throne I accept my punishment for being such
a discriminatory individual. Every time I pass a bovine whether it be
driving or on foot I receive a grimaced look of disapproval. As Bessie
shakes her head back and forth a tear rolls down each cheek due to the
shame of what I have become. I knew I had a problem and I knew I had
to seek therapy. My therapists name was Dr. Lactaid. He provided occasional
assistance but my intolerance still persisted. Should I try to avoid
contact with these products and byproducts altogether or continue with
my wretched walk of shame. Can I just simply say goodbye to all these
provisions that have bettered my appetite for twenty years? I am sick
of being different and I am sick of hiding my problem from the world.
This is why I have decided to post here and make the world aware of
my dysfunction. I am a sufferer of intolerance and I am not proud of
it. Hopefully one day in the near future I will come to terms with my
problem look Dairy right in the eye and apologize for all of my wrong
doings.
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