i’ve reached a dangerously awesome milestone in my life…i just don’t care what people think of me….unless they think I’m awesome and then they’re…well…ummmmmm…right. The thing is i don’t even care that i don’t care. Perhaps it’s that i don’t care what people think because they don’t think? Maybe it’s those ‘i don’t care’ socks that i put on…like TED stockings, you know the ones that support your legs? Thinking the “i don’t care” attitude is good for my mental health. When people treat you like they don’t care shouldn’t we believe them? When I’m quiet are the only ones who hear me the ones that care about me? Perhaps I might quantify statistically what I mean…I’m 97% sure you don’t like me and i’m 100% sure i don’t care. Is this some sort of ‘i don’t care’ snobbery? Is the root of all stress our pursual of things that we really don’t care about? Working to maintain hooty falooty titles? Thinking I have a simple cure for title-itis…don’t use them. Wouldn’t that be so refreshing, everyone known for who they are inside. It’s kind of an oxymoron, we speak of not labelling people and yet we define ourselves with labels? i really don’t care what your title is…i’m looking at how you perform towards those who can do nothing for you. On the lighter side of i don’t care…i don’t care how old i am, when i see a bubble i will always hunt it down and pop it. When my children say, “race you” i will always run that race…hmmmmmmm…time to wrap this up. At the end of the day i don’t care what people think or say about me, i know who i am. PIF.