Waiting for the Bus
I was standing at the bus stop one morning, when I met Ignorance. He had looked familiar, and it wasn't until I heard his name that I realized why. I told him that I had met his cousin Tolerance, and they had a similar appearance. He told me that people often confuse the two of them for the other one. As Ignorance and I continued to talk that cold morning at the bus stop, I realized that his relative Tolerance was really nothing like him at all. I thought about how tragic it was that the two of them often got mixed up-- they may look nearly alike, but once knowing the two of them, it's plain to see that they are different. When the bus came, Ignorance suggested that we should get together this weekend, I declined his offer and we went our seperate ways. I haven't talked to him since, but once in a while I see him passing by. A quick nod of recognition is exchanged, but nothing more. I often see him speaking with a people here and there, and once in a while I even see him surrounded by groups of people, listening intently to his words. I wonder if he had just been mistaken for Tolerance again. Or, is it that some people actually enjoy the complany of Ignorance?
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