Random Esquire

You know what I find refreshing?

Not giving a shit.

Have you tried this?  It’s fantastic.  It’s very freeing.  Now, I don’t mean about important stuff – but about stuff that you know shouldn’t really bother you.

I certainly try to be sensitive to how other people feel but there comes a point where you really can’t overly concern yourself with it.  I have had similar conversations with both QTMama and Besos in which each will tell me why they are upset about something that has happened to them and both will wonder why I do not get upset in similar circumstances and my response is: “Oh, that’s easy… see, I don’t give a shit.”

I don’t know why some of these things don’t bother me more.  Maybe they should.  But probably I don’t care enough to try caring more about it.  So that’s my bit of unsolicited advice for the day.  The next time you’re all worked up about something and it really isn’t doing you a damn bit of good – just don’t give a shit.

But what the hell do I know?

I like saying this.  I know it creates this impression of not taking responsibility for something I’ve just said – but that sometimes strikes me as funny, especially when it is clear that I feel very strongly about something.  Other times, however, I like to make it clear that I really don’t know what I’m talking about.

Because, let’s face it – sometimes I don’t.  And I think that’s okay.  I might think I do.  But maybe I don’t.  Who knows?  I know I’m ignorant on a vast array of issues.  I can’t be bothered enough to pretend I know something I don’t.  But I might still have an opinion.  I don’t know everything about the Iraq war but I have an opinion on it.  So I might express it.  And follow it with, “But what the hell do I know?” because really, I know I’m a little bit ignorant about it.  And I don’t care if people know.  Maybe they’ll fill me in with the details.

Who knows.

Who gives a shit?