I don’t care (a progressively deteriorating list)

I don’t care that Belle & Sebastian are no longer a fash­ion­able name to drop. I am in love with their new single, par­tic­u­larly Stu­art Murdoch’s fey and almost stac­cato vocals, and the joy­ously swoop­ing flute and oboe in the back­ground. The Christ­mas num­ber one of my dreams.

I don’t care that the words “techno trance” com­pletely put me off going out tonight, even though free drinks were involved. To me, “techno trance” does not rep­res­ent Christ­mas fun and frolics.

I don’t care that I had what can only be described as a minor panic attack just before leav­ing work this even­ing, and dis­covered that the toi­let was really not placed at a very con­veni­ent angle for throw­ing up in.

I don’t care that the UDI (Unex­plained Drink­ing Injury) I picked up at a party nearly two weeks ago still seems to be caus­ing me occa­sional pain.

I don’t care that I presently enjoy the run-up to the fest­ive sea­son more than the actual days when we cel­eb­rate Christmas.

I don’t care that, for some weeks now, this daily per­sonal pub­lish­ing site doesn’t appear to have provided any­thing resem­bling inter­est­ing links to other web pages, instead pre­fer­ring to present you with ram­bling internal mono­logues like the one you are cur­rently per­us­ing. If this is upset­ting or annoy­ing you, please let me know. I won’t care, of course — but it would be inter­est­ing to hear your complaints.

I don’t care that I waste far too much time by just wast­ing time.

I don’t care that I some­times appear to be a fool.

I don’t care that you don’t under­stand, because not under­stand­ing is nor­mal (in my opinion).

I don’t care if you some­times think I’m just plain odd.

I don’t care, because not caring can be refreshing.