At least when it comes to negative people who want nothing more than to suck the life energy out of your body and have you join them in their misery. Thanks, but no thanks, I've had quite enough of that mindset.When I was 17 years old and working at my first (boring secretarial) job, I remember sitting in this vast 'pool' of typists and wondering how the HELL I had landed there (loooong story.) Always a creative person, I grabbed every opportunity to write ~ essays, long letters to friends and relatives, short stories ~ just to break the dreadful monotony of the work.
One summer day, I wrote a questioning essay about 'Indifference' ~ how to achieve it, and why I seemed to be so vulnerable to being hurt and unable to just shake off the sting of cruel words and actions when other people seemed to do it so easily?
I left the ending open because I could not figure it out. And now, so many years older than 'just 17' (and thanks to my Facebook friend Julia Amiya Messersmith) the answer has, at long last, arrived.
"Now that I'm older I thought it was great that I seemed to have more patience. Turns out I just don't give a shit."
Froggy, Honey Badger, Julia and me!
