4 Things I Don’t Care About and One That Sends Me Over the Edge 💣💥
Not exactly what Dina Alexander’s nomination was about, but I couldn’t quite get there
Okay…well…here I am. Dina Alexander has nominated me for this. In her words:
First, to be honest I’m kinda confused. If a person couldn’t care less about something, why get so hot under the collar about it, or at least, why the need to “rant”? Isn’t that sort of contradictory?🧐 I don’t get it. 🤪
If I truly don’t care about something, I don’t want to give it even a nanosecond of my precious time — ’cause, you know, time is truly that one absolutely unreplenishable resource (damn it, there’s so much fun stuff I want to do!).
If it’s a proper rant, it’s gotta have some heft behind it. Some “poking you with a sharp stick,” “piss-you-off’ed-ness” about it. I mean seriously — let’s look at the definition of rant:
“To speak or shout at length in an angry, impassioned way.”
Yep. It’s buried right in there, the word “passion” — intense emotion and all that. If you truly don’t give a rat’s @$$ about something, there should be zero interest. Zero expenditure of energy. Definitely no ranting involved. Like, imagine trying to get worked up about a sink filled with dish water. Do I love it? Nope. Do I hate it? Nope. Do I wish it would dry up and piss off? Uh-uh, not even a little bit. See? I don’t care.
Now, if someone has left that sink filled with dish water and it’s all cold and slimy with grease from the frying pan with last night’s horrible English sausages (you’re so right about those, Dina 😖), and now I have to use the sink so I have to stick my hand in that water to pull the plug, yeah, I’ll probably have a minor, momentary hissy fit all to myself. If the un-sink-draining offender is nearby, I’d be more likely to say, “Uh, I need to use the sink, please, would you come and do something about this?”
Code for “Stick your own damn hand in that cold, slimy, slop and you’d bloody well…