Tell me about my reputation. 

Wait, don’t tell me, I don’t want to know. 

But I wonder what people really think. 

I mean, I don’t care. It’s not that important.

Caring gets in the way of productivity and all of it is nonsense anyway and the stakes are so low compared to anything else happening in the world or even in terms of daily duties like making sure your bills are paid and your lunch is packed and you have what you need to get through existence. Everything else is filler. Some of it is good filler but the other stuff is just there to distract you.

Pretend not to care or just don’t care. 

Belle & Sebastian asked, “Is it wicked not to care?” 

In the end of now and forever, we write our thoughts and make guesses at one another’s intentions and we’re all just trying to be cool and that’s why nothing is happening. 

If you don’t care then I don’t care.

In an isolated place where we don’t broadcast to the rubberneckers we can indulge in our powers, sinking opinions into the background, writing our outlines as our own fictions. 

And listen, I’m not trying too hard and I need you to know that.