I had originally bought a much older translation of Meditations and had a bitch of a time with the language of it but then bought the Gregory Hayes translation and it is much easier to read, very modern phrasing.
I still read the older version as a challenge and personal development exercise, but when it comes to readability, Gregory Hayes’ translation is best on the market that I’m aware of.
You should come work with me for 6-12 months. I can assure you there are no spare fucks lying around the squad room.
Edit: Come to think of it. I’m pretty much all out of fucks to give, but somehow I keep coming up with them on calls. Does that mean I’m using credit fucks? Like, I’m borrowing fucks from someone somewhere?
I think the follow-up question is more concerning: how the fuck are you paying those fucks back? What fucking interest percentage is placed upon each fuck you’ve decided to borrow? Is it possible to not care more about something than simply not caring? How does one pay back a fuck?
I give way too many fucks about things, so I’m probably contributing to the fucks pool you’re drawing from…
I’m pretty sure the interest rate is some sort of equivalent drain on my soul or an impact on my happiness/bitterness scale. Bitterness is trying really hard to win these days but I’m not giving in yet.
I think giving fucks that you didn’t think you had it in you to give actually can slide you upward on the happiness/bitterness scale if you look at it from the right perspective…
They’re like dog pee. Dogs can walk around peeing on poles and posts and everything else. Just when you think they must be empty, there’s a hydrant.
I keep mine for special occasions and my near and dear. There’s an emergency stash for some odd event or happening though.
I think they’re manufactured in the spaces between our ribs or something. You can always tell when someone is about to blurt out an avalanche of fucks because they get all huffy and puffy.
Bump that up to 2x speed, grandpa.
I can’t absorb life lessons and profound concepts that sound like they’re coming from a tweaker.
I can’t listen to a book at 1X. I blame it on listening to the chipmunks growing up.
People who say they give a fuck, when they actually don’t. They only give a fuck if it’s easy. When shit is complicated all you hear is crickets! They become instantly busy.
You gotta work up to that speed man … you can’t go from 1x to 2x … that’s like going from normal speed to ludicrous speed
One point he makes, and this is a response to some of the other responses here:
It’s not about NOT GIVING a fuck about ANYTHING. It’s about giving a fuck about the right things. I’ll never claim I don’t care, or don’t give a fuck about anything, it’s just about reserving them for the right things in life.
Guy on the road cut you off? someone lied to you at work? Some cunt at the post office condescended you and made your blood boil?
All things to not give a fuck about.
Your daughter has mysterious illness that is baffling doctors? You’re dog ran away?
These probably deserve your fucks.
This is where so many people get it wrong (I am guilty of this at times too). I look at social media SJWs as a prime example, their focus is in the way wrong place. They spend so much time absorbing click bait articles found in search results produced by algorithms designed only to increase and affirm our confirmation bias that they are so stressed out by a difference of opinion it leads to higher stress, anxiety, and tears for them. This phenomenon is not isolated to SJWs, but anyone who refuses to read dissenting opinions and cultivate cognitive dissonance.
Some will refuse to believe this, but it is possible to hear someone else’s crap opinion without getting angry or upset.
BULLSHIT!
Just kidding. I’ve actually come to the same conclusion, and was just warning my wife of that click bait crap yesterday.
She read me a big article about these mundane objects that May be worth up to (mind boggling amount). Woo-hoo! My cat might be worth 300 bucks! (who in the fuck buys used cats?)
I haven’t read the book so I don’t know its message but regulating your emotions and not giving a fuck are very different things.
I assume that it’s a book about regulating emotions…
If I remember correctly, the word “emotions” doesn’t even appear in the book. At one point he talks about choosing values, and then metrics by which to measure the values. But he never once talked about “regulating emotions”. It’s a short book, and easy to read.
I never even saw this term in ‘Emotional Intelligence’ by Daniel Coleman, although we may just be a the point of Semantics…
I love going through airport security to find out my flight was cancelled. Then I spilled coffee on myself. Today’s been a great day so far.
