THE JOY OF NOT GIVING A DAMN
Far too many years ago, when I was a college student, there was a short-lived piece of bizarreness which revolved around a simple slogan which went, “Give a damn.” It spawned posters and buttons and some of us who thought the whole thing rather silly came up with a slogan for buttons of our own which said, “I DON’T give a damn.” And the last few weeks I’ve come to realize that there are lot of things that I just don’t give a damn about any more.
Oh, there are the usual old ones, the “community image” bullshit and anything that might drip from the Depends of the Obsolete Guard and it’s stupid minions, may they all die with big ears. But there are things that a year or so ago would have me jumped into the fray with fists and feet flying and now, I just don’t give a damn. They don’t matter to me now.
After all, think about it, why should anyone care what some fool on a mailing list from the other side of the country, thinks about how you run your munch? It’s not like they are likely to attend and if they don’t approve of your people setting fire to the despised nillers at the next table—so what? Oh, there is always going to be the preposterous idiot who somehow thinks that his silly crap is going to impress somebody saying, “If I were there I’d complain and then I’d enforce my complaint!” Yeah, right! I’d really like to see him try and then watch someone hit him over the head with a chair! (Or, in our case, we’d just gesture to Vito our bouncer and local off-duty cop and he’d come and toss him into the local slammer.) I was really tempted, for about ten minutes, to respond to that nonsense but it wasn’t about our group so what the hell. Who cares what some little chicken-dung wannabee says on a mailing list or yahoo group. He can talk brave all he wants and then get offline and make sure his mommy tucks him into bed and tells him a bedtime story.
And the same is true of so many other things.
I’m sorry. I just don’t really care about the Spanner thing in England years ago. I don’t play in England. It doesn’t affect me!
I don’t care if people who are afflicted with offspring have to worry about hiding their toys. If they were dumb enough to have children they deserve to have to hide their toys.
I don’t care that TES got raided. There are ways of dealing with such matters and if TES is unwilling to use them then they aren’t worth caring about.
I don’t care about paranoia and I don’t really care about the folks who are paranoid. If they want to believe the BDSM urban legend of the month, let them. I can use a good laugh.
Right now all I can about are my own friends. That is more than enough to keep my busy and the imbeciles out there who want to argue about having a glass of wine with dinner before going out to play can go hang. No one cares what they think.