Fresh Out of Fucks to Give
Is there a way to get them back?
I’m fresh out of fucks to give.
Maybe it’s because of social media. There are studies that speak to that phenomenon, probably. I don’t have the energy to cite them. You find them.
Maybe it’s because of politics. I don’t need to explain. Left, right or center, we can agree on one thing: We’re fed up with each other.
Maybe it’s because of the sanctimonious internet denizens— possibly you — who are fanatically sure they’re right and equally certain their finger-wagging memes will save us. They won’t.
If you came to the Pablo Store of Fucks to Give, I am backordered. Sign up to be added to my waitlist or go somewhere else.
Maybe it’s middle age. I used to have infinite fucks. Now, I’m jaded and tired. Younger people seem heedlessly self-righteous, but at least they haven’t run out of fucks.
Friends don’t seem to pick up the phone or answer texts anymore. Maybe they’re out of fucks too.
Before I ran out of fucks, I’d suggest we meet up, but they were always busy. “Let’s plan something for next month, though. It’s been too long,” right? Not long enough, apparently. Now, when they come to me for advice or guidance, you know what? I ran out of those fucks many moons ago.
