There comes a time when you flat out don’t give a flying fuck, actually for me many times, but not in the way most people think. My fuck journey started way back when I was in my late teens; my stepdad growled at me with his words of not so much wisdom; “Why do you always use the word ‘FUCK’. My first reaction was defense, my second reaction was NOT GIVING A FUCK, and my third reaction was action. 

My defense; my head space said, WTF is he getting on my case for, not even realizing saying ‘Fuck’ was a bad thing, or that he even acutely paid attention to what I was saying.  

My second reaction; I really did not give a fuck what my dad thought because he thought many things I disagreed with, and I certainly wasn’t going to live my life subscribing to his rules or that of any other, unless I choose to. But as a young teen, I defiantly realized there were many Golden Rules that others laid down according to their beliefs, and I most certainly did not believe theirs, much less know what they were to believe them.  I certainly loved being a rule breaker– a Rebel with a Cause.

  Action; I was pissed at the attack of my colorful vocab and decided to experiment to see if people like to criticize and complain from a place of unconsciousness driven by a belief that they are not aware of but know it bothers them for reasons unbeknown to them; other than somebody said it was wrong. I vowed to be mindful of NOT saying FUCK in his presence for a month and see if he notices. Well, a month came and went; I said Fuck in some content, and he barked, “Why do you always say fuck”. It hit me, my hypothesis was correct –FUCK was HIS trigger that he pulled; I was just the gun that showed up. He had no clue I had not mentioned or used the word fuck..  

  Conclusion; I don’t give a fuck; if fuck offends anyone–that is a judgment, a belief that I don’t subscribe to. It doesn’t define who I am. I am comfortable with myself, my words, my way(s), and until I am not, I will decide what adjustments I make in MY life. Most of us, most of the time, get sucked in by life’s irrelevancies’, mowed over by its unimportant dramas; we live and die by the sticky notes and distractions and the politically correct jargon that sucks the fucks out of us.  

The ability to manipulate and manage the fucks you give is the essence of strength and integrity. We must craft and hone our lack of fuckery over years and decades. Like a fine wine, our fucks must age into a fine vintage, only uncorked and given on the most special fucking occasions. In my world, I celebrate everything, so why not give a ‘Few Fucks’ to go with that wine.

There are only so many things we can give a f**k about so we need to figure out which ones really matter,
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