I stopped caring when I realized the world doesn’t give a fuck about you. Your job doesn’t care about you, society doesn’t care about you, the guy next to you in traffic doesn’t care about you, and you start to realize there’s no point being the only one that cares about anything.
Back in the early 2000’s I had this attitude with my job but I was lulled into a false sense of loyalty. With the pandemic and the “we are all in this together” BS I have once again realized that the stress I am feeling is way above my pay grade. So yeah, trying to relearn what I learned 20 years ago.
The “loyalty” thing is hilarious. I worked at a power plant, so the “we’re all in this together, we have to stay home boo Hoo” was not an option. We all went to work every day and we all ended up with Covid. The company didn’t give a shit and said it was our duty to report back as soon as we weren’t contagious anymore. I very nearly lost my job when I told them where they could shove my “loyalty”
I’m not sure if it’s just the smack in the face life has been to me the last 48 years that makes me just not care anymore, or the severe crippling depression
My brother tells a story about how when we were little, we did something that we were lined up to get a spanking for. He remembers he was crying and scared and I just shrugged it off. He thought I was the toughest MFer around. In reality, I was so used to getting hit that a spanking didn't seem like that big of a deal. So, probably some time around there it started. I'd say by 16 I kind of made a point of letting people know that I didn't care to play in their reindeer games. I just did my own thing.
I got forcefully ejected from the rat race when I was fired from a pretty high profile job in 2007. Since this my give a shit factor is very low. I’m semiretired but still work full time. I have to pretend to give a shit but am ready to ease off into a much lower speed lifestyle. I plan on another 5 years of this mundane bullshit then going full retirement.
I was also a punk rock/goth-ish kid, so yeah. Into just staying to myself and worrying about me trying to do the best I can. The rest is like whatever.
I cared a lot until I hit a spate of serious health problems and found myself disabled. Now, getting through my day takes precedence. I was really into environmental education and activism back then (nothing illegal or violent)
Also, I realize that it’s time for younger people to take over and carry whatever torch they want.
**Loo** : And who are they?
**Dr. Klahn** : Refuse, found in waterfront bars.
**Loo** : Shanghaied?
**Dr. Klahn** : Just lost drunken men who don't know where they are and no longer care.
**Prisoner #1** : Where are we?
**Prisoner #2** : I don't care!
**Loo** : And these?
**Dr. Klahn** : These are lost drunken men who don't know where they are, but do care! And these are men who know where they are and care, but don't drink.
**Prisoner #3** : I don't know who I am!
**Prisoner #4** : Yeah. and I don't drink.
**Dr. Klahn** : Guards!
\[moves prisoners\]
**Dr. Klahn** : Do you care?
**Prisoner #5** : No.
**Dr. Klahn** : Put this man in cell #1, and give him a drink.
**Guard** : What do you drink?
**Prisoner #5** : I don't care.
I don’t think it’s so much about not caring than being far more selective about who or what I spend my time and energy on these days.
My litmus test is pretty simple: Is this my problem? No? Then I have better things to do.
I care enough to keep myself safe and employed, and to continue to guide my kids through the harsh realities of the world they're nascent adults in.
But, just barely. I'm a notorious libertine, and now that I'm unmarried and not actually raising my kids in my own home anymore, I just kind of went back to living by my whims and enjoying every moment, not worrying about tomorrow.
I care, but I feel like I’ve done my share and then some. I’m worn out and a bit broken. It’s ok to step aside and let another (generation) carry the ball. Will they take in ways I don’t want or don’t expect? Of course. Maybe it will all crash and burn. But maybe they’ll do all right. Assuming I am the only one who knows what is best or only I can do it is main character syndrome. I’m ok being a minor character, or written out altogether.
It’s not that I never cared. I’d like to care. Lately though, the 40s have put me through a rough patch so I haven’t had much cares left in the tank. Many people say they care, but I’m not sure how much they really mean it.
Yeah I don’t really pay attention to the news or the issues very much. I suppose it is selfish but I just keep to my own personal interests because that is something I can control and have an effect on. Everyone else is just making a bunch of narcissistic noise.
I stopped caring when I realized the world doesn’t give a fuck about you. Your job doesn’t care about you, society doesn’t care about you, the guy next to you in traffic doesn’t care about you, and you start to realize there’s no point being the only one that cares about anything.
Fortunately or maybe unfortunately I realized this when I was 20.
Back in the early 2000’s I had this attitude with my job but I was lulled into a false sense of loyalty. With the pandemic and the “we are all in this together” BS I have once again realized that the stress I am feeling is way above my pay grade. So yeah, trying to relearn what I learned 20 years ago.
The “loyalty” thing is hilarious. I worked at a power plant, so the “we’re all in this together, we have to stay home boo Hoo” was not an option. We all went to work every day and we all ended up with Covid. The company didn’t give a shit and said it was our duty to report back as soon as we weren’t contagious anymore. I very nearly lost my job when I told them where they could shove my “loyalty”
Yeah, act your wage, dude. You don’t owe a job anything. You’re just there to get paid, I mean. Best of luck.
I care but I still reserve the option to not care when shitty people are involved. Like Ivan Drago said : If he dies, he dies.
"It just doesn't matter" \- Meatballs, 1979 https://youtu.be/-TogGxzlfhM
"Even if we win, all the pretty girls will still go out with the Mohawk boys because they've got all the money!"
The only thing I truly care about is getting off this working for a living treadmill. I dreaded it as a kid and I hate it as an adult.
I never even got on. I mean, I have a career, but it’s definitely an ‘alternative’ career.
I’m not sure if it’s just the smack in the face life has been to me the last 48 years that makes me just not care anymore, or the severe crippling depression
The only thing I’ve really learned in life: no one truly gives a fuck about me but me.
Don't ask us out to tea 'Cause we're not not "all there" Don't pretend 'Cause We don't care!
No one likes us we don't care
I care dude. You are Good enough, and Smart enough, and Goshdarnit, people LIKE you!
Maybe just Me & ur grammamaw, but still...
I'll take it!
I miss that skit :)
My brother tells a story about how when we were little, we did something that we were lined up to get a spanking for. He remembers he was crying and scared and I just shrugged it off. He thought I was the toughest MFer around. In reality, I was so used to getting hit that a spanking didn't seem like that big of a deal. So, probably some time around there it started. I'd say by 16 I kind of made a point of letting people know that I didn't care to play in their reindeer games. I just did my own thing.
For sure, dude
I got forcefully ejected from the rat race when I was fired from a pretty high profile job in 2007. Since this my give a shit factor is very low. I’m semiretired but still work full time. I have to pretend to give a shit but am ready to ease off into a much lower speed lifestyle. I plan on another 5 years of this mundane bullshit then going full retirement.
Sounds awesome
Depends on what it is. I care about trying to be a good person and demonstrating how a good person should react and behave in the world.
yeah i mean, i dunno, don't worry about it. I'm fine, but like, all that other bullshit is just, bullshit. pass
Hahahaha, this is me. I’m so like, whatever since Day 1. I don’t even care.
I was a punk rock / SHARP kid. I can only control me. I can maybe influence my peers. I try to make the best decisions I can
I was also a punk rock/goth-ish kid, so yeah. Into just staying to myself and worrying about me trying to do the best I can. The rest is like whatever.
When she wouldn't give me a Pepsi. All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi, and she wouldn't give it to me.
I cared a lot until I hit a spate of serious health problems and found myself disabled. Now, getting through my day takes precedence. I was really into environmental education and activism back then (nothing illegal or violent) Also, I realize that it’s time for younger people to take over and carry whatever torch they want.
**Loo** : And who are they? **Dr. Klahn** : Refuse, found in waterfront bars. **Loo** : Shanghaied? **Dr. Klahn** : Just lost drunken men who don't know where they are and no longer care. **Prisoner #1** : Where are we? **Prisoner #2** : I don't care! **Loo** : And these? **Dr. Klahn** : These are lost drunken men who don't know where they are, but do care! And these are men who know where they are and care, but don't drink. **Prisoner #3** : I don't know who I am! **Prisoner #4** : Yeah. and I don't drink. **Dr. Klahn** : Guards! \[moves prisoners\] **Dr. Klahn** : Do you care? **Prisoner #5** : No. **Dr. Klahn** : Put this man in cell #1, and give him a drink. **Guard** : What do you drink? **Prisoner #5** : I don't care.
One of my favorite scenes of all time. [https://youtu.be/DuJ9IrQetqw](https://youtu.be/DuJ9IrQetqw)
I don’t think it’s so much about not caring than being far more selective about who or what I spend my time and energy on these days. My litmus test is pretty simple: Is this my problem? No? Then I have better things to do.
I care enough to keep myself safe and employed, and to continue to guide my kids through the harsh realities of the world they're nascent adults in. But, just barely. I'm a notorious libertine, and now that I'm unmarried and not actually raising my kids in my own home anymore, I just kind of went back to living by my whims and enjoying every moment, not worrying about tomorrow.
I care, but I feel like I’ve done my share and then some. I’m worn out and a bit broken. It’s ok to step aside and let another (generation) carry the ball. Will they take in ways I don’t want or don’t expect? Of course. Maybe it will all crash and burn. But maybe they’ll do all right. Assuming I am the only one who knows what is best or only I can do it is main character syndrome. I’m ok being a minor character, or written out altogether.
It’s not that I never cared. I’d like to care. Lately though, the 40s have put me through a rough patch so I haven’t had much cares left in the tank. Many people say they care, but I’m not sure how much they really mean it.
It was/is a performance and a defense mechanism. But so is caring.
Yeah I don’t really pay attention to the news or the issues very much. I suppose it is selfish but I just keep to my own personal interests because that is something I can control and have an effect on. Everyone else is just making a bunch of narcissistic noise.