I posted something on Facebook that Ive been stewing over.  It was something along the lines of "why can't I adopt the mantra of not give a shit…."  Why do I let other people affect how I feel.  I'm a bit jealous of those special people that literally, don't give a shit what others think.  Do they just turn it off? Or, do they really care but ACT extremely well?  The past few months I've been giving a shit too much and its affecting me and my general well-being.  I suppose this is my mother in me-- she has a bleeding heart; always thinking of others…. maybe too much.  Whereas my dad is good at keeping things black and white.  On or off;  no in between.

I respect how others view the world, even when they're wrong.  Haha.  I normally can keep an even keel and let them be ignorant.  Lately, I just can't keep my big mouth shut.  Is life better when you're ignorant?  Is it more blissful if you walk around with a fucking bag on your head and have no perspective?

On a funnier note, I've been craving candy at night time.  So weird.  I can pass on candy.  But something about the Valentine's Day Sweetarts sound sooo good.  You know-- the shiny ones?  I need to find some.  Now.