In the middle of a rant or a right snit, it all breaks down and there is nothing to care about.
Bit disconcerting.
Er, didn't I used to be wildly passionate?
Endlessly energetic in the pursuit of truth, knowledge, and the right point of view?
When did all this become something I no longer cared about?
A friend (thank you, Alexander) gave me a new word this week:
MY-nification is the process of associating everything in the world with a central point called 'I'. It all belongs to a me. It's a point of view. Unique to a me.
Currently, nothing belongs to a me.
Although there are a couple of dogs and a nice man who seem to be around a lot of the time :-)
This is ridiculous.
Surely a rational, grown, and educated human can hold an opinion?
Be described by an adherence to morals, principles, and ideas?
Have a nice spiritual programme and grow a little teary describing it's benefits?
OK, guilty on the last bit. This not caring IS the benefit.
No one really notices that I don't care. They still get food and conversation and hugs and I show up for the social conventions dressed like a nice, rational, grown-up human.
They may not notice that my requirement that they care about what I care about, is no longer in effect.
They may never know how little it concerns me that they are how they are.
Caring is a very small word. I'm both indifferent to you and enchanted by you. Is there a word for that?
Much love.
