Blissful Art of Seriously NOT Giving a Fuck

Whattt! What did they say? Are you mad at me? Will you ever forgive me? Please don’t be like this. I’ll do anything to make things right! OMG!! Did she just say that to me behind my back? Damn, I thought I could trust you.

People who desperately give fucks!

We have all said that or thought that, haven’t we? We give a fuck to what people think of us, how people receive us. The basic human psychology craves attention like a cub craves for his mother’s love. At least in the cubs’ case, they grow up. We – never – do.

It is very tiring to keep tab on every asshole’s feeling we meet in our life. Some become priority, others you think you don’t care. But if you hear that your aunt’s son’s third cousin’s daughter’s friend commented on your dress in a wedding, you’ll be like – What the fuck! Like she knows to dress, that bra-showing-dressed-in-the-wedding whore. Well, maybe not exactly like that. But exaggeration always makes my point.

So we get all vengeful on their ass (not literally) and we are not satisfied until we give it back to them. After we have finished this vengeful quest, we will be satisfied in the soul. Ahhhhhh! That feeling. Better than when you’re in love. But then again comes another fool we go gangsta on. It’s a bad, freakishly tiring loop of a lifetime. When you’re kid, adult or too old to fart loud.

But then, once you understand – the world is not about you, it’s not revolving because of you (except Rajnikanth) and nobody really gives a second thought to those nasty comments, you’ll reach a blissful state of eternal soul satisfaction.

Seriously not giving a fuck!

You’ll get there slowly and calmly. You find someone commenting, just ignore. Whoever told Ignorance is Bliss is god-damn genius. Words don’t kill you, if you’re strong enough in the head. Unless it’s you who thinks the nasty comments are right.

Believe in yourself and learn the blissful art of not giving a fuck. Shit happens. After all, what can we be but ourselves?

So be like!

PS: Sorry for the “bad words.” In my defense – it needed to be said the way I did.