For a reason that I can no longer recall (but I attribute to my feverish, delirious state) last night I was dicking around on YouTube and came across this video: It tickled me because it reminded me so much of myself. When I was growing up I always got in trouble from my mum for [...]
For a reason that I can no longer recall (but I attribute to my feverish, delirious state) last night I was dicking around on YouTube and came across this video:
It tickled me because it reminded me so much of myself. When I was growing up I always got in trouble from my mum for my “blase” attitude. I’m just not good at getting worked up about things that I don’t consider worth it. And of course my standards of what is worth getting worked up over are vastly different than the rest of the world’s. But here’s a sampling of some things I just don’t give a fuck about
I like money but it doesn’t rule me. When I have it I enjoy it and if I don’t I assume it’s on its way back to me. In fact that’s the only thing I retained from watching The Secret back when it was all the rage – money flows freely and easily. If my essentials – cell phone, internet, food, shelter, transit fare, books, shoes, clothing, accessories, and mad money – are taken care of, I’m good. I am definitely more of a “I want to die owing a million dollars” kind of person.
Which is good because at the rate I’m going I probably will.
Is Lindsay Lohan on drugs again? I don’t give a fuck. Did OJ kill Nicole? Yeah could not care less. Oh Alicia stole Swizz from what’s her face? Yeah – and? I don’t think I could be any less interested in the personal lives of celebrities.
8. Typos in gchat
I consider gchat to be a punctuation, capitalization, grammar, and spelling-free zone. When the convo is flowing freely I don’t always take time to hit the shift and I don’t expect anyone to do so either. I already know that everyone in my contact list is literate. They don’t have to prove it to me in our chats.
3. The opinions of people I don’t know, won’t meet, don’t like and am not fuckin’
Thank my twitter lover @WisdomIsMisery for this one. But I couldn’t have said it better myself. The people whose opinions matter to me are the ones who sign my paycheque or brought me into this world. Everyone else can eat a dick.
5. Wayward friends
Last year two girlfriends who I would have called close magically disappeared from my life. I made one attempt to contact them to have a grownup discussion and after that? No more fucks for you. I’m not sure anyone is going to feel me on this one but friends drift in and if they can just drift out like that then they were probably shitty friends in the first place.
6. Music videos
I need everyone in the entire world to stop sending me links to videos. Stop asking me if I’ve seen them. Stop telling me I should watch them and why. I do not give a fuck about Kanye’s girlfriend who is a bird but he didn’t notice she was a bird. Honestly the only reason I watched that shit was because of the epicness of Selita Ebanks’ titties in her bird costume. Beyond that – I will listen to a video online if I don’t own the song but I have no interest in watching them and I think my life is pretty complete without them.
7. Nature and Animals
I know this probably officially makes me a bad person but…yeah I don’t think your dog is cute. I really don’t want it to touch me and if it gets too close I will probably kick it. I’m unmoved by the changing colours of the leaves in autumn and I will not be wasting one moment of my next trip to Washington looking at cherry blossoms. No sir.
And that’s my list. What do you guys think? Should I give a f*ck about any of this? What don’t you give a f*ck about?