Don’t Wanna Know. Don’t Wanna Care.
I saw this sign in a bar in Montana and took a picture of it which was kind of pathetic in it’s own right since I was surrounded by beautiful scenery in 3D and didn’t take many shots (oh yes I did). Did I say I was in a bar in Montana? Anyway, bars are where all the great world philosophers hang out. And they get wiser as the evening wears on, and better looking BTW. Until they also think they can dance and end up looking like Elaine from Seinfeld. Time to go. But the sign stuck with me as a reminder that sometimes you just have to hit the ‘pause’ button. Most Boomlennials have big lives. Big families, or little families that seem like big families. Big jobs, or big thoughts on looming retirement and what to do about that. Or not. Appointments with doctors, lawyers, and Indian Chiefs. Important stuff, or trivial sh*t that we treat as important sh*t. And it all just makes us care too much about sh*t. We no longer have one calendar hanging in the kitchen, but another always at our side sending out pings and pongs notifying us that something oh-so-important is happening Beware! Which is great when your football pick is due, but not so great when yoga starts in fifteen minutes and you are trying to pretend like you forgot about it. Which just happened and now I’m feeling like I probably should just go to yoga instead of rattling on about sh*t. Don’t care, don’t wanna care. Namaste.