I admit it. I am intolerant of raw stupidity, stupidity fueled by emotional reactions to issues that require intellect for understanding. Were I more understanding, I might grasp that emotional responses are the only ones available to some people; I might understand that some people do not have the intellectual capacity to comprehend the issues confronting them, so they turn to emotion, the only tool available to them.
Perhaps, though, I might have the capacity to be more understanding but simply choose the non-empathic road, allowing myself to coldly judge on the basis of intellectual inadequacy. That gets to the heart of my intolerance, I think. I have the ability to be tolerant, but I choose to overlook that ability in favor of the ability to judge.
There is a vast difference between ignorance and stupidity. Ignorance is the absence of knowledge; I am willing to tolerate ignorance, up to a point. I define stupidity, though, as willful ignorance, ignorance built upon refusal to allow knowledge to replace emptiness.
I will look back at this post and be upset with myself for having written it. But it is best, I think, to record such moods and attitudes so I can, later, successfully assign those attributes to characters about whom I am writing. Today, though, I am writing simply to vent a little steam.