it’s not the “caring” about something,
but it’s giving power to it that fucks us up.
we do it with:
it doesn’t matter what it is.
i noticed that my keyboard keys weren’t working on my mac.
this has always an issue with my macs.
it happened last year and it was their fault.
the letters i, o, and y were either stalling or not working.
i booked an appointment the day before and took it down to the apple store.
this smug white hyena said he saw oil underneath those keys.
i don’t eat nor drink near my laptop so i confused.
with his “hand to chest” and full passive aggression:
i’m not saying you did.”
he kept doing that when i tried to defend myself.
i wanted to punch him in his grill how he was talking to me.
it was with this condescending tone that really irked me.
how can you even argue that without looking crazy?
he was right in one aspect.
he doesn’t live with me to know what happened.
so then he says:
“well it will be 400 to get it fixed.”
now my laptop is still covered under warranty,
but i see he was trying to play me.
i don’t have that kind of money so i packed my shit up and walked out.
he was still doing the awkward explaining,
but i had already banished him from my existence.
as i sat on the train,
i thought about everything going wrong in my life.
now laptop issues
i was giving power to my woes.
clearly i didn’t snap out of it until this morning,
but i’m trying to learn how to dismiss it faster.
A majority of the shit in my life was due to me giving power to it
there are those on earth who don’t care enough.
they give a fuck about certain things,
but know to disengage when it’s something out of their control.
i adore that quality in others.
they always seem so at peace with themselves and their circumstances.
isn’t that the story of job?
if i really think about it…
all of these situation(s) happening wouldn’t allow me to be here right now.