patience

As I have always harped on, there is a limit to any individual's patience. While that is the case, I find myself raising my threshold each time my tail gets stepped on, instead of flaring up. Nope, it is not because I am kind or very forgiving or patient. I just do not like confrontations nor see the need to do so.

But when I do, I  believe things will look really ugly. And I am trying all I can to avoid it.

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