First, let's get the grammar issue
out of the way.
The phrase is “I couldn't
care less” meaning you are at the bottom of your care threshold and
there is no further distance to travel on the "give a shit" meter. Far too
many people (myself included in the past) use the phrase “I could
care less” as if being capable of caring less is somehow derogatory. If you
told me you could care less, I would be quite happy with your response since you obviously mean you do care.
Pfft. Who cares.
I was reading meters
the other day and came around the corner of a house to be faced with
a coffin. (I shit you not.) Whether one is considering their transitory mortality or not, there is a series of thought bombs
exploding in the air pockets of the brain with synapses running
around slamming into each other in a morbidly drunken stupor when
you're doing a job and wondering if the frigging coffin five feet away is
occupied or not. I didn't bother to stick around to find out if Uncle Albert
happened to be coiffed in his finery awaiting the spring thaw for
burial.
As I departed I checked my undies for
brown lumps.
I'm flipping the
mileage digits on the birth certificate in few days and have come to
the flourishing realisation that I really don't give two hoots. I
mean, once you hit the Big 5 oh and understand most of your life is
behind you, there really isn't much to care about any longer. There's plenty I want to do and if I kick the proverbial bucket tomorrow and fall face first into the dry, hot
dirt, I'm not that worried about it. Yeah, I'll fight to stay alive
and at the same time I've caused enough crap and done enough cool
stuff and pissed enough people off and loved as hard as I know how in
my life to keep the local tabloids busy for a couple days. Beyond
that, what else is there?
Oh. There's that list
of...
Nah. Never mind. I'll
be gone anyway and won't really care.
The thought got me
wondering what I really do and don't care about. Do I care about
ending world hunger and poverty? Yes. Do I care about equality of
rights and freedoms among all peoples? Yes. Do I care if my
government makes policy changes that seem unfair? Yes. Do I care
about the environment and our effect upon it? Yes. Those are all big
things. Global things. Things I will voice my opinion on knowing
sudden radical change is unlikely though I remain hopeful. It's fairly likely I won't be around to see those things. But my nephews and their kids might be and I give a shit about that.
Global isn't the issue.
I've reached that point
in my life that my uncaring can seem like arrogance. It's not. It's a
line in the sand I have drawn through careful consideration and
learning about myself where I will no longer tolerate those things
that displease me, hurt me or hurt those close to me. I have little
patience for intolerance, cynicism, narcissism and hatred. I no longer have the time nor the inclination to listen to a barrage of
negative commentary designed only to stroke an ego.
I have no inclination
to chase love or attention. I would much rather stand still and wait
for those things to show up naturally. I've lost the inclination to
please those who don't like me. I've lost the will to smile for
people who won't smile back. I've lost the tolerance for those who
are rigid and inflexable and refuse to acknowledge their stuck-ness.
I haven't time left to
harbour others dishonesty and betrayal. I haven't time left for those
who don't understand the power of compliment and encouragement. I
haven't time left for those who emotionally attack others for their
own gain. I haven't time left to tolerate those who disguise hate and self-loathing behind a parade and call it love.
I don't have time for
people who don't have time for me.
If what you are doing
isn't working yet you refuse to budge off your position, I don't
care. If you're engaged in self destructive behaviour, know it and continue
anyway, I don't care. If you want to gossip behind my back, I don't
care. If you want to live in a puddle of self pity or hatred or
blame, I don't care. If you stand on the position that the world and everyone in it - past, present and future - has it out for you, I don't care. If you can't forgive those who you believe have trespassed, I don't care. If you aren't accountable for your life and what's in it, I don't care. It's not my job to fix all that ails you.
I know I deserve better in my life.
Here's the deal...
If you want to work
your way out of less than desirable life habits, I'll be by your side
all the way. If you decide to be vulnerable in the face of grave emotional danger, I'll provide a shield. I'll be your biggest cheerleader. I'll coach you where I
can and I'll catch you when you slip. I'll build you up and defend
you at every turn. I'll go shoulder to shoulder with you against
anyone who opposes your decision to heal. I'll help you heal your old wounds. I'll
help you face the monsters hidden in your shadows with my sword in my
hand. I'll make sure you understand you are capable of anything. I'll make sure you understand I give a shit and you are not alone.
If you step up to the
plate and decide you want better than you've had, I'll be the first
to defend your choice.
If you decide to live in self-pity and blame and intolerance, I couldn't care less...
and I know of a house where there is a
coffin...
Namaste
'I couldn't care less' either...anymore...and that is a tough move for a compassionate temperament. Your qualification at the end of your astute rant helps clarify, good is still with us. We haven't abandoned friends and we have retained our thoughtfulness. We have just had a purifying enema to rid the guts in our lives of negativity usually being mastered by the type of people you refer to in the middle of your text.
ReplyDeleteThere are sure to be many like you, who if they have the opportunity to read your blog, are now holding both cheeks on their face and saying "YES!" Happy Birthday! ~Ron Waddling
What a perfect synopsis of how I meant this post, Ron! It is exactly like a purifying enema. Seems like I may have struck a nerve with this idea.
DeleteI agree it's not a loss of compassion. It's a simple redirection toward those who are willing to make the effort.
Thank you, Ron.