whyyyyyyy

There are many wonderful changes I have experienced since moving to The Big Apple (including my apple of choice now being the Pink Lady, although Macintosh will always be close to my heart), but the one I’m enjoying at the moment is that I will hear a dangling piece of a story from any source — the news, Twitter, Facebook, email, text, an overheard conversation, a conversation in which I am a participant, etc. etc. etc. — and either know or will be told that I will never know the rest of it, and I don’t even care.

I used to care so much and obsess over other people’s stories. Probably because I had so much time to do so, and was so bored with my life. Now, unless it directly affects me, I’m good with not knowing.

Maybe that’s just an age thing.

Whatever the reason, it’s very freeing.

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6 comments

  1. Mishka says:

    I love the Fuji’s!

    I need to be more like you…I have taken a break from Facebook and all the negative crap that lives there and that has been terrific, I have to say!

  2. Creature says:

    It’s probably a function of self-preservation. Let’s face it – Caring about everyone is only going to spread you thin to the point where you can’t care about anyone.

    And, not to forget, the human brain has a way of prioritizing frequently-needed information over everything else. And that’s okay. That’s how we all work, and that’s how we came up with civilization.

  3. Ren says:

    Yes, *very* freeing. I try to impart this perspective to my kids, but I don’t think they get it. Accepting that you’ll never know the whole story or the truth for most things is almost magical in it’s liberating power.

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