Now I give too many fucks
I used to believe, wholeheartedly I might add, that I really didn’t care what people thought of me.
Caring was “selling out”, sellouts aren’t punk rock! I raged against a system I couldn’t name. I rebelled with a cause, I just wasn’t too sure what the cause actually was.
Now, I’m so deeply ingrained in the system. I’m working on a GLC account for Pete’s sake. I care what I say on social media (most of the time). I shake my head sadly when anyone ranked Group Head and above bitches and whines in public. “How unbecoming,” I think disapprovingly.
As it turns out it’s half and half. I now only give a fuck about what people think if their opinions matter to me.
I care what JT thinks.
I care what my friends think (current circle la. I really can’t be arsed about those kikilala high school dweebs).
I care what Ravi Shan thinks.
I care what Kapil Sethi thinks.
And because I have to, to a very large extent I care what my bosses and colleagues think. About my work. Full stop.
“I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks!!!” *grinds teeth*
Ahh, the folly of youth. How very fucking amusing.