I Don't Give a Fuck

Let me explain something that gets so confused.

I can only explain it from my personal circumstance and from my pivot point of experience — because you'll hear this same thing from somebody else and they will certainly mean it a different way.

But of all the people you will ever run across, I truly don't give a fuck.

I don't give a fuck what you think. I don't give a fuck what you believe. I don't give a fuck what you think of me or what I have to say.

The Assumption Trap

Now on the surface you might think I'm being arrogant and careless. But I will point you to a self-evident element.

Since nobody seems to ask follow-up questions or truly seek authentic inquiry, you have no other choice but to assume from your own personal experience of what that means when I say such things. So you will superimpose your own assumptions and associations, rather than ever asking a few intelligent questions.

I can always tell right off the bat whether somebody is truly a truth seeker and somebody that I will most likely respect.

While every other dipshit out there can't wait to pounce and put somebody in their place and exile and execute them on the spot — with little to no intimate details or any follow-up inquiries.

The low IQ people simply know better. Which I find so astoundingly ironic.

What I Actually Mean

When I say I don't give a fuck, it is not to be taken that I don't care or consider other human beings or the interrelationship of life itself.

In fact it's the direct opposite.

Foolishly at times, I have the utmost respect for my audience. I assume they are going to be able to read between the lines and see what I'm saying, try to get to the heart of what I am articulating.

I also know this isn't always the case. But I would rather assume the best than the worst.

I don't say what I say out of lust for reward or for social validation or for attaboys and accolades. I don't say things to ruffle feathers or to be the cute and clever contrarian like the rest of these assholes out here.

I'm not here to ego trip or indulge in superiority complexes. All that bullshit is ridiculous. That's what the unconscious and mechanical people do.

And I am surely not mechanical.

I am no cliché. I am no normal and ordinary cardboard cutout, dime-a-dozen motherfucker.

I have earned my right to talk shit.

The Clear Conscience

When you have a clear conscience — when you are a truth seeker and a truth teller and you are here to develop more value than you take and you actually live that lifestyle, walking the walk and talking the talk — you get to talk all the shit you want.

And everybody else can go fuck themselves.

That's what I'm getting at.

I can do nothing about how people feel about this or that, nor do I desire to control the outcome. If people want to assume this or that, that's on them, not on me.

I can only work within my own experience. I can only change my mind and my behavior accordingly — which I do on the daily.

So when I say I don't give a fuck, it doesn't mean I am closed off to feedback and what other people have to say. That would be an asshole move.

What it does mean though is when I can tell somebody is just playing games and bullshitting, I don't have any fucking time for that. I have no respect for it. And I will eat their motherfucking face off.

But the second I can tell somebody is sincere and has something worthwhile to say, I am all ears and open to what they have to say.

It's just that so many people are so far gone right now that they have little to nothing to say. It's just the rhetoric of regurgitation, of gameplay, of projection and virtue signaling and the nonsense and foolishness of ghosts none the wiser.

The Only Thing I Care About

For me, I only care about one thing and one thing only. And I do not care where it takes me or what it does to me.

And I will continue to seek it wherever it takes me. And I will continue to speak it regardless of how it affects other people.

I have learned throughout my experience that you have to be exactly who and what you actually are and let the cards fall where they may.

I only want the people around me that emphatically want to be around me — not for some caricature or for some watered-down rendition but for the real motherfucking McCoy. For the good, the bad, and the ugly.

And I can sure get ugly. But that's also what makes me me.

The Reformed Monster

The good, the naïve, and the innocent are no match for somebody like me — for somebody on the dark side of the equation.

They can't imagine where people like me will go.

So the good require a guy like me. A reformed bad guy.

The meek shall inherit the earth, a wise one once said. That has always stuck with me.

I feel in my heart of hearts that us monsters are here not to consume the meek but to protect them. Because they cannot protect themselves. And monsters left to their own desires and vices will eat up everything in their sight — leaving nothing but heartache and ash in their wake.

I have had enough heartache. I would rather leave the lights on.

But we can never do this without doing the inner heavy lifting. The deep and dark nasty psychological work to come to terms with your inner monster, with your dark side.

You can't ignore it. You can't suppress it. And you sure as shit can't fabricate it into something that it is not — because it'll only come back to consume you in the end.

I somehow figured out how to face the monsters without becoming one and without becoming consumed by them.

It's not easy. It was never meant to be.

But I will tell the world it can be done. Where there is one, there is another.

True Liberation

At some point, you got to tell the world to fuck off. To tell everybody around you: Nobody tells you how it is or what you are.

You have to figure that out yourself. And you can't bullshit it or you'll just fuck things up more.

But when you find yourself, you will know it.

It's like the difference between being infatuated with your first girlfriend and being in authentic love with somebody you build a beautiful life with. You don't know what the real McCoy is until you experience what it is not.

The cheap seats will never give you what you are looking for — which is always the same for every single human being out there still spinning their wheels: Seeking validation from externalities that can never give it to you in the first place.

Your parents, your girlfriend or boyfriend or husband or wife, society at large, your favorite American idols — none of these people can give you what you seek.

Nobody's going to make it okay and validate your existence. Because they were never in the position or in possession in the first place.

The Cheap Seats

Once you understand all this, you can truly scream — or sing — to the cheap seats:

That, my fair-weather friends, is true liberation.

Give me liberty or give me death.