This post contains swearing. It’s behind the cut.
So I read a great book called The Life-Changing Magic of Not Giving a F*ck: How to Stop Spending Time You Don’t Have with People You Don’t Like Doing Things You Don’t Want to Do, by Sarah Knight. It features the NotSorry method.
My favorite sentence comes from page 53:
Oh good God, the day I stopped giving a fuck about how I looked in a bathing suit, it was like a litter of kittens in black leotards had tumbled down from heaven to perform “All the Single Ladies” for the sole enjoyment of my thighs and belly. Magical!
This post is to tell you (yes, you) that you should get it and read it. Even though my mid-30s and upward are the Age of Not Giving a Fuck, this book was still useful to me.
The first burst of gooey goodness from this book came before I even finished reading it. I was all stressed about this meeting I was supposed to go to. I would have to drive there and drive back in traffic, and then I was maybe going to be late for my next thing, and have to rush, or leave the meeting really early, and would that be awkward, and… what if I just didn’t go?
It wasn’t a mandatory meeting. I told my boss that something had come up and I couldn’t go after all, and he didn’t even care. It instantly made my whole 2 days better!
Inspired by the book, I too began a (necessarily incomplete) list to figure out what I really did and did not give a fuck about.
I Give A Fuck:
- reproductive and other civil rights
- my mom’s health
- my hair (do I look fierce?)
- my partner/relationship
- good food
- reading novels
No Fucks Given:
- “appropriate” sleep habits
- foreign policy
- my mom’s weight
- societal beauty standards, including my eyebrows
- people I used to sort-of know when I was a kid
- other people’s kids (usually)
- “trashiness” of novels
If you stop giving so many fucks about so many things, then you can devote the fucks you do have deeply and passionately, or at least usefully.
When have you triumphantly not given a fuck, Grumpeteers?