On not caring.

Homer Simpson said it best when he said, “Kids, you tried your best and failed miserably. The lesson is never try.” That’s right. I’m beginning not to try. Or at least not to care. Because what good comes from caring anyway? A whole lot of nothing. Just worry, anxiety and fear. I go through phases of caring. Sometimes I will care so much it will overwhelm my life. And sometimes I care so little that I actually do what is right for me, and not what anyone else thinks is right and I actually end up doing the real right thing. A co-worker from LA (who was highly ensconced in the “I care what people think LA culture) was taken aback one day and declared, “Wow, Liz, you just really don’t care what other people think, do you?” I don’t remember what made him say this, but I probably said something bad about some Hollywood deity or something. Point being, at that point I really didn’t care, and things were working out for me pretty damned well. So, in addition to taking the path of least resistance, I’m not going to care about it. Hooray for apathy! Or hooray for zen! Depending on how you look at it.