[–] majormajormajormajor 1 point 5 points 6 points (+6|-1) ago
One day this past school year (senior year) I woke up and realized that in about two months I'd never see these people again. They'd all talked shit and hated me anyways, so fuck 'em. I'm looking at college as a clean slate. Nobody knows me, I can create a new me, and everything will go swimmingly.
[–] Goatinaboat 1 point 4 points 5 points (+5|-1) ago
Oh man, be careful.
You might get a clean slate, but be politically correct and watch what you say. The SJW crowd is NOT an internet joke. Gauge the people around you before you get into a "I don't give a shit mode."
[–] Jyrz 1 point 2 points 3 points (+3|-1) ago
High School. When I found that I could stop caring, not do any work, and yet still pass my AP classes with flying colors. Standardized tests in America, and how much they're worth for your grade, are a joke. But then you get to college and find the few professors that care about teaching and give out written tests that actually require some work. Ugh...
Besides not giving a shit about school and just not giving a shit in general, if you spend 4 years in a high school marching band seeing the same shit people every day, night, and weekend, you eventually just stop caring about people and their BS. Or maybe I'm just a nihilistic shit lord.
[–] Adict 0 points 3 points 3 points (+3|-0) ago (edited ago)
This might be a bit stupid but I stopped caring when I was a little kid and saw this scene from a bronx tale.
[–] wordsmeanstuff 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago
First time was when I was in my late teens. I traveled a lot so giving a shit wasn't advantageous as I'd be leaving in a couple months, things were glorious. Then I landed in one place and it was a shock when I realized I'd been there for a year, then five, and then started giving a shit about what was going on around me and got actively involved in my local community. After being here over a decade I've seen so much of the dark side of people that earlier this year I found all my fucks were gone and I had none left to give. Since I came to that realization, things have been much better. Less stress, more focus on what matters to me and far less life maintenance.
Mark Manson has a great article on The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck, I highly recommend it.
[–] voiceofflawedlogic 0 points 13 points 13 points (+13|-0) ago
I was 39 years old. It took a good solid 15 years of being beat down by fate, thinking things can't get worse and being proven wrong, to learn that you have to enjoy the brief moments between getting kicked in the junk if you want to have any happiness in life.
[–] Morbo 0 points 5 points 5 points (+5|-0) ago
I hear you man. I too know how that feels. I had to learn it the way you did at pretty much the same age. It's better once you accept that happiness comes in fleeting moments rather than continue to believe in the bullshit hopes and dreams we are fed throughout life. It makes you more realistic and honest about life. Understanding this makes it good enough to continue on. I don't have a bad life, but I do have a bad circumstance.
[–] JubJub 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago
I just got out of a relationship with a person that was continuous negative. I feel so much better now that I can have a positive attitude without worrying about a black cloud in a few hours.
[–] Ennyish 2 points -1 points 1 point (+1|-2) ago
That's a shitty outlook. You just lay down and let life kick you right in the balls over and over, eh? I bet the amount of work you have to do to keep a smile plastered on your face in spite of all the bullshit is a bit tiring, no?
[–] pitenius 0 points 8 points 8 points (+8|-0) ago
Jeez, dude. Ever live through a tsunami? Survive a war? Be a refugee? Just because you're getting kicked in the balls doesn't mean you're a doormat. And it sure as shit doesn't mean the middle-brow assholes you run into want to hear about it. Or, if they are the perverse NPR sorts who make a holiday of other people's misery, you don't need their pity. There's a lot of shit that can happen that makes you wonder if you were really lucky to survive. But a good coffee is still good, a cool breeze is still refreshing.