Nobody really cares
I'm not being poopy pants or anything. It's just true. If I'm fat or skinny, rich or poor, healthy or unhealthy, in debt or debt free, tidy or messy, responsible or irresponsible, carefree or worried, no one really cares.
Most of the people on the planet don't know me. And they have very little interest on whether or not my life is going the way I would hope, or if everything is working out in the best way possible.
Even the people who do know me don't care. They're all mostly concerned with whether or not their lives are going well.
Surely, you think, the people who love me would care. But really, those people love me as I am. If I were never any better, they wouldn't mind. I could be 100s of thousands of dollars in debt, 400lbs overweight, live in a garbage dump, and work in a dead end job. And in the end, no one would really care but me.
so what does one do with this information?
Who cares?
Most of the people on the planet don't know me. And they have very little interest on whether or not my life is going the way I would hope, or if everything is working out in the best way possible.
Even the people who do know me don't care. They're all mostly concerned with whether or not their lives are going well.
Surely, you think, the people who love me would care. But really, those people love me as I am. If I were never any better, they wouldn't mind. I could be 100s of thousands of dollars in debt, 400lbs overweight, live in a garbage dump, and work in a dead end job. And in the end, no one would really care but me.
so what does one do with this information?
Who cares?
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