To me, open mindedness just means being able to understand and emphasize with other views outside your own and forming your opinions/stances based on that understanding.
Like letting yourself and view grow as you learn more.
Not so much never being able to take a stance at all because of intellectual/moral cowardice and some misguided need to please others. But I get some people treat it that way.
I was A-stream English in school. Not for my spelling, but for my essays, short stories and encapsulating the essence of verse. I tried to avoid unnecessary jargon wherever possible. Wavelength is very important. People that over emphasise particular meaning in normal conversation, lack interpersonal skill. I guess I could try and be a jargonaught, but alas, I am a social butterfly. I prefer to be well-liked. Yay!
:Excited1:
Are you kidding? Are you suggesting that the word 'vitriol' is unnecessary jargon? Holy crap, man!
No...it’s out of fashion!
YOU'RE out of fashion.
And thankfully so. Here’s me having some fun with common words:
At an Italian Restaurant with loud Frogs!
My lovely wife to be and yours truly were ushered to our usual table. But on this particular evening...it came with vocal French aptitude.
Two feet to the left of my perforated eardrum, sat the loudest Frenchmen speaking a world of French!!!!
Now...while French may be considered a language that is quite sexually oral...this was nothing of the sort!
Our wine was placed into a cooler and the subsequent time allotted to order our meals. But for the love of God, I was erred in mental capacity to even fathom the Roman menu on account of the overwhelming spittle of French speak marring my glass of wine!
I asked the waiter to give us more time...
My wife was starting to get annoyed with my soft spoken French pigeon mockery of their account, stressing that they could understand my “English”... while I started blatantly staring at their spittle-embracing vocally humidifying “sex funk” converse!
Next minute there was this moment of silence that even Simon and Garfunkel would’ve related to. I murmured “thank fuck for the pause” to Lisa. It was quite possibly a momentary lapse of reason for the Frenchmen.
I glanced over with positive reasoning, but only to see one Frenchman missing, more than likely choosing toilet time to chuck a deuce!
The shitter half finally came back from his pressing time away and continued where he had left off . A mere snap-off in vocal accord!
It was extremely unbearable for me and I felt I was becoming quite racist...even for an ex-pat Southern African.
It was time to finish up and pay the 10% that all restaurant staff are due.
We left the restaurant and unfortunately started arguing, my wife in favour of the Frenchmen.
Hence this woeful story that batted my poor eardrum.
I told her that I would write my account on Facebook if she continued to push my buttons.
Hopefully everyone can see the lighter side of my lack of tolerance, when all I wanted was a quiet romantic moment with my wife to be.
Vive la resistance!
:Perfecto: