Very uncomfortable, annoying and intolerable.
This is how the dictionary defines this word, unbearable.
Similar synonyms would be insupportable, insufferable, irritating and stop counting.
Sometimes I feel like I fall into all of the above categories.
This may be why I received from a good friend the “Prayer to not be Unbearable”, a joke or a hint perhaps, but I felt so identified with some of those requests that it made me think.
Examples:
“Free me from the desire to fix the lives of others.”
“Keep my mind free from the recitation of infinite details, give me the wings to get straight to the point.”
“Seal my lips so that I do not speak of my aches and pains.”
“Lord, I want to have some friends left in the end.”
Yes, it makes you laugh a little, more of a nervous laugh.
In my daily life, only the walls of my house have to cope with me, but I am going to be very aware of my irritating habits, especially in my role as mother-in-law, so that I do not get the nickname of “Madame Nosy”.
I am going to pray this litany fervently every day, and perhaps I will complement it with some others of my own, such as the art of interrupting. I keep telling people, it is not that I am interfering, is that people just keep talking while I am interrupting. Annoying habit number 785.
Anyway, I apologize in advance if even these lines have been a bit unbearable.
My purpose of amendment includes listening patiently to others, even if the topic is the immortality of the crab and, most importantly, as the prayer my friend sent me ends:
“Teach me the glorious lesson that sometimes I may be wrong.”
Amen!