Mehn… I DON’T CARE.

Apathy? A total lack of interest or emotion towards a person or a subject… yes… not in itself a bad thing.

There are honestly a lot people and things that I care not a thing about and for. I really just cannot muster up any stirrings in my soul for them. Not out of any kind of bad feelings, just that I r-e-a-l-l-y do not care. Can’t help it. And I don’t try either. I go with the flow of my soul. No stressing. I watch people around me stressing over stuff/people and I am amazed. The things that apparently matter to them… not to seem judgmental… but ahhh… reaaaaallly? Oof!!!

Below are a couple of things that I do NOT care about. This and that and random stuff and I hope you can catch my drift…

SO…

*I do NOT care who the richest people in the world are. Nor do I care to engage in arguments concerning them. It’s not like I’m in their will or something. Why help them count their millions when they have accountants?

*I do NOT care the religion or race of a person or people. In the real sense, all things being equal, the religion or race of a person does not/should not matter when dealing with them. Accountability and reliability is all I need as far as I am concerned.

*I do NOT care if there is a riot two blocks away from my house. I’m not about to start peeping through the curtains and pacing nervously. Trouble ain’t trouble if it ain’t under my roof. And even though it were under my roof, I don’t have to own it. I will sit still and keep watching the Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D series. Like a lady that I sometimes am.

*I do NOT care how wealthy a man is. If he is a liar(like the king of liars), has zero communication skills, has a beer gut and is irresponsible, all the money in the world won’t make him appealing to me. Better a comfortable man whom I can communicate with, be one with… We can drink cheap wine and eat soggy pastries and swat at mosquitoes… We can read poetry from torn books and listen to music from a broken radio… I won’t miss the finery… just as long as he were on point. My definition of on point, that is. Thor much? *sigh*

*I honestly do NOT care if ice-cream and chocolate and bagels and creamy coffee are supposed to bestow on me calories that I might not need. Eat and have them I will, when I want, how I want, till the day I die. Boom! Where is the calorie police?

And look at these simple beauties…

*I do NOT care if he or she is/was a monster. As long as the monster doesn’t eat me up, or is a monster I can relate to, we are good to go as friends, lovers, colleagues… whatever! Monster is relative anyways. Niklaus is a monster to some but he is very much bae to me!

*I do NOT care much for constant making up, constant wearing of heels(grateful to God that I’m tall), fixing of nails and all the lot. I look how I want to look not how E Network tells me. Shorts, sandals, one-handed dresses, turtle necks, jeans, boots… that is who I am. I may glam up in-between, but don’t expect me to go all classical and gangster everyday. It is comfort first for me. Basically, I do NOT care to look like any celebrity. Vanity is exhausting really… all that stressing. I think that if your skin is healthy, too much making up won’t be needed. So I focus on that. And if I go some place and the gal standing next to me is prettier than I am, I don’t flinch and become a dark shade of insecure. There are too many lovely women out there. I cannot simple die each time I saw one who was better looking than me. I don’t have nine lives like the proverbial cat to be wasting on ish like that. Besides, does she(the prettier lady) have a fat lady in her head? Heck no! That’s all and only me. Heh heh! Beauty is relative anyways. Ask Shrek and Fiona.

*I do NOT care how thickly related by blood we are… if you do not behave like family(and I don’t mean random messages of fake “I care” and “I love you”), if you aren’t there for me, support me, care about me, if I don’t sense it… all the blood in the world won’t make me see you as family. It’s about shared experiences, not ghost relationships. If my soul cannot identify you as part of me, then boom! Stranger you are, blood or not. There is yet a friend that sticketh closer than a brother… and besides, whilst living this here life, I have encountered people who have been more of family to me than some of my actual family. The guy that I buy fresh peppers from in the market, the woman who makes my hair, the electrician who fixes bulbs in my house, my college neighbors… all of them, they are family. Some of my friends have done things for me, things so profound and amazing, things no blood relative wanted to or cared about… so what are we saying?!

*I do NOT care how tasty that food is… if it doesn’t look appetizing, you have lost me! I’m not a food person, yeah? I mean, I love to cook but I eat so little of it… I dunno why. So if it ain’t good-looking, if it ain’t “motivating”, I’m out. I’d rather drink something instead.

So it’s this and that… and a few of the things that don’t move me. Things that don’t matter to me. They define nothing, and they can mean nothing. The things that I do NOT care about…

Sorry this post is a day late guys… for not keeping to my Wednesday posting status… Stomach flu got me bad!!!

But I’m all good now…
Thanks for reading…
Me looooove ya!!!