(WARNING: THIS RANT IS A METAPHOR FOR TRUST ISSUES IN A RELATIONSHIP)
I really don’t know how to start this article. An essay about not caring? What’s the point of that? If I truly don’t care, why would I waste my time writing a homework assignment on it. Maybe it’s more of an abstract concept than a definitive statement. In reality, I do care. How could you not? It’s just, I’m not interested. I realize that I am being entirely too vague but it really is just a general statement about anything that someone feels you should care about. Also, I plead the 5th. And that is why America is perfect. Politics, religion, current events, social norms and values. I’m not interested in hearing about them. Why? Because this is my life and fuck you. That’s why. Life is way too complicated to worry about what other people are doing or their opinion of you.
It’s a difficult thing to believe that you truly have everything figured out due to quotes like, “The man who claims he knows nothing is wiser than the man who claims he knows everything.” The rage in me. It’s uncontrollable. The worst thing in the world is speaking to an older person and they mistake youth for ignorance. Ignorance is just a subtle way to say “paranoia” according to the good Doctor. Underestimation is always fun, but sometimes proving people wrong gets boring. Especially when you have to do it every fucking day. Continue Reading