You know, back when I started this silly blog all the way 2 posts ago I stated it was here as a scrapbook for my thoughts whenever they struck me. A huge problem with that my most brilliant ideas (which isn't saying much) strike me at times when access to a computer is quite limited, specifically, the can, the tub, the bed. Luckily, sometimes the planets will align and their cosmic energy will give you the power to wake up and, believe it or not, remember whatever you were thinking about in that semi-asleep drunken-drowzy state you are in (which is usually the point where you drop the book behind the bed with the clear intent to crawl on all fours tomorrow in search of it.)
So, I have been thinking, what has changed in the last couple of years? You know, other than height, beer weight, bone weight and the number representing my age on a computer somewhere? Well, I obviously slid down in my education, sucking at it quite a bit. It also seems like my attitude towards life, society, friendship and more-than-that relationships changed a lot. To the don't-give-a-damn side. Why? If I were 64 it could have been explained by aging, but at my age I am supposed to care more!
Well, I have a theory. When you care about something you expel some kinda of "care materia", carium, let's call it. In my opinion, your supply of carium is limited, or regenerates slowly. Throw too much away and at some point you just don't give a by-our-lady rat's ass. About anything. Not the girl you want to impress, not the koalas who won't f*ck to save their species. Frankly, my dear, you don't give a damn. Just a little food for thought, kids.
