I think I am a tolerant person, and it is easy to find and affirm the advantages of others. As the saying goes, I belong to the kind of person who can get along with anyone. By rights, I should have many friends, but unfortunately I don't.
Once I find that someone around me is "congenial", I will give it to her wholeheartedly immediately. Maybe the other party didn't notice, but here I am "rock-breaking, and my heart is surging."
Don't get me wrong, I mean same sex.
The ecstasy of "a thousand dollars is easy to get, but a bosom friend is hard to find" is narrower than the love between the opposite sex.
It's a pity that this excitement won't last long, and I will be poured cold water on my head by the other person's qualities that I can't agree with or even dislike.
For example, I suddenly found that she is a very selfish person, a person who doesn't care about the overall situation. ...
I understand that morality is used to restrain oneself, not to blame others, and should not be used to kidnap others morally.
However, I can't treat her as a friend in my heart, and the kindness of "mutual appreciation" is gone.
I want to give my heart to the moon, and the moon shines on the ditch! The gap from peak to trough, from ecstasy to loss is too big, which is really unbearable.
From this analysis, it seems that I am not the kind of tolerant person I think.
As Nietzsche said, the most painful thing for people is not that others don't know themselves, but that they don't know themselves.