There was a time when I could never get home at night without cringing at something stupid I’d said or done or thought or hadn’t at some point during the previous day.

It’s quite a depressing way to live.

Re-living.
Cringing.
Washing memories down the plug hole.

But at some point I just stopped Giving A Fuck.

And I learned that human nature was the problem with the nature of humans and that instead of being constantly disappointed and saddened by some of the things humans do, or don’t do, it is best to just accept this fact. And stop Giving A Fuck.

These days if I do something stupidstupidstupid, then I don’t tend to get too upset about it.
It’s just another story to tell.

After all, life is all about anecdotes.

That’s sort of what this song is about:

I seemed to be surrounded by alcoholics in those days. And helping pick up the pieces.

Ha, one of them was depressed and went to the doctor. To this day, she’s the only person I know who has been refused Prozac.

By God, she needed it though.
Probably because her daughter kept going to preschool and proudly and loudly declaring: “When I grow up, I want to be a raging alcoholic like my mother!”.

Anyway, here’s to not giving a fuck.

I’m lying, of course.

I still give a fuck, but these days it tends to just be a quickie.
Like an hour or two, tops.
And only 15 minutes of foreplay.
No kissing.

And, of course, I care about
All of you
And yours.

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