We all sing the tune, time and time again.
Loud and clear.
Big and bad.
Rough and tough.
The magic words slip from those pretty little, parted lips.
"I don't Give a fuck"
You have said this before. And boy, at the moment did you mean it.
You were to not care.
Not to give any damn.
Have no fucks to give.
It don't even matter.
So then why are we a generation so dedicated to not giving a fuck, when lowkey, we are at home looking like this:
So, I will confess: sometimes we do give a fuck.
Below are an assorted list of things I do give a fuck about. I will then proceed to share my moment of growth for not giving a fuck about something that could have potentially been very give-a-fuck worthy.
Things to give a fuck about
3-15 because no explanation is needed beuase i am ready to get to my no-give-a-fuk adult moment.
3. Gifs. Tacos. Popcorn. Hot Tea. Sushi. Arroz Ranchero.
4. Getting my child support on time.
5. 8 hours sleep.
6. ELIMINATING COFFEE FROM MY DIET.
7. Blogging more consistently.
8. Getting brown skinned in the summer.
9. My kids not knowing they stress me out, sometimes.
10. Getting pregnant and having a healthy pregnancy.
11. Good health (like I am trying to make the YMCA and eating no fast food part of my life)
12. Growing the booty.
13. Getting a fill when my nails are on their last limb.
14. Massages from Jeremiah (and hugs and kisses too).
15. Canon leading the girls in prayer and behaving like a gentleman.
That time i didn't give a fuck:
Dealing with significant other's exes can be a challenge. I am blessed that Taliyah's mother is a mermaid like goddess. I say this for many reasons, one of which is one of the first things she said about me to Jeremiah was that I had a "cool blog." Therefore, she is infinitely gold-- and she makes coparenting a breeze, which is the biggest gift.
Anyhow, when I was approached by somebody I've known for many moons, telling me they knew of a different ex talking about me, I laughed.
If you know me, you know I love a good laugh.
My initial response was, "What did that bitch say about me?"
But, before I got a response I actually said...
And I meant it. I meant it so deeply that I said, "You know, you don't even have to tell me if you don't want to. It ain't even important."
And I think it is better that way.
Some time has even passed, and it is still nice knowing that I could have pressed and pried and get the scoop, but didn't give enough of a fuck to do so.
and little victories like that are empowering.
Not that all human's opinions are not freedom of speech, or that other's opinions and critique are not valid.
Simply it was nice to let her salty ass comments remain just that, her own salty ass comment.
If she wanted to share these thoughts, I suppose she would have touched base with me.
And allowing another's words to place a strain upon your peace is for the small, silly minded.
Embrace the no fuck.
and if you're wondering why this is in the teacher tales section, it is because i always laugh and ask my students, "so you care what they think?"
And naturally, while I know sometimes we do care, I do not at least a solid portion of the time.
And I always want my students to not.
Now, this is not to be stretched and for my little senior brats to think not to care what their parents, teachers, adult family members, church, employers, etc think.
NO SHIT, MIND YOUR REPUTATION IN THAT ASPECT.
But when a hater, ex, old friend, associate has something to think...
Do not give a fuck, and mean it.
Do not mean it to make them feel irrelevant, or small, or unimportant (even though they are).
Sometimes people are jealous and have a funny way of showing it. Even better, is when someone is jealous and they don't even comprehend what your life is truly like.
Like, my life is hard, it is trying, it is busy, it is detailed, it is chaotic. I work like 3-4 jobs. I know this-- whatever you have to say, is in no regards a testimony to myself as a human.
It speaks volumes on others when they allow their bitterness and insecurities eat their soul, to only say bad on you.
And in no means am I saying that I never drop a shit talking line or 12272√(26)-26/2+17. But what I can say is I am trying to get better.
Ok, that is a lie.
I talk shit too.
However, I am certainly wise enough to know that the mutual shit spoken upon me, is to not give a fucketh about.
Honesty, it is one of my many curses. yeah, yeah, i talk shit.
If I don't like you, I will be polite, almost no matter what. It is a manner of growing up and understanding it is okay to not be an agreeable match with everybody.
If I do not want to hang out with you, I will not say, "I have diarrhea, I am sick," I will say I do not want to hang out with you. Ya know?
P.S. Happy Birthday, dad.
Love and hugs and a milli kisses!
And for any rebuttals, stop reading my blog and block me (or pretend as if this were never seen).