We tolerate BART strikes that lead to three-hour traffic stalls, garbage on the street and urine stanch, slowly but surely increasing homelessness, ghettos, never-ending construction, road repair and resurfacing, buses that jolt your whole body into intolerable nausea when they move and stop every block, and greedy landowners who drive cool places away that have been making this city so special and fun for so many years.
We put up with bad music in bars and clubs and we call overpriced, unhealthy, flavorless food fine dining, just because it is served at a futuristic looking, all-glass-no-comfort-or-warmth restaurants full of posers.
We call excessive drinking a “good time”.
Our reaction to a terrible movie or a show is “It was alright”. We stand in line in stores and restaurants not because we have to, but because everyone else does.
We love to say that we are happy even when we are not, and we smile even when we want to cry so badly.
The single among us love to say that we are single because we are too busy / too picky, instead of telling the truth – we give off an unfriendly vibe and so does everyone else around us. For instance, the couple in the picture above would look so good together, but they will never meet…
We call manly and angry looking women who act like they are God’s gift “independent” and “ambitious”.
We say “take your time” when we are extremely inpatient, and not because we want to but because that’s the “right” thing to do.
We pay three times more for everything to be living in an urban setting to only isolate ourselves from the outside world with white headphones, sunglasses and incessant texting.
Perhaps it’s time we considered throwing eggs and rotten tomatoes at a each other as a sign of all-encompassing revolt against anything and everything hypocritical and fake that surrounds us, to make a first significant step to abandoning patience and tolerance for the sake of something arguably far more important – authenticity – with others and just as importantly – with ourselves.