18 January 2013
I don't care one way or the other that Lance Armstrong is now admitting that he doped and lied about it. Partly I don't care because it's a part of the sport culture and he was by far not the only one doing it; he was simply better at it and lied harder and longer about it. Partly I don't care because...meh...in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't matter. Mostly I don't care because I just can't be bothered to work up enough giveadamn about the whole thing.
I don't care if the dancing toddler in Starbucks bothers you. She's not hurting anyone or anything; she's not being loud. She's just dancing to the music. I don't care if my not caring bothers you, too. She's cute, and you suck.
I don't care if you're in a "huge hurry." I was there first, in line before you, and therefore am ordering before you. If you're in that big of a hurry, don't come into an almost always busy Starbucks during the lunch rush. Go across the street to Burger King to get some coffee. They're never busy. Or the Starbucks inside the Safeway across the street. But I am not buying your excuse for poor behavior that you're in a huge hurry...I don't give a damn today.
I don't care if some football player had a pretend girlfriend who pretend died, whether or not he knew she wasn't real or not. People create relationships online. Some are very real. People get fooled by some. Sucky people lie. Sometimes people meet up, sometimes they just talk online for years and never meet face to face. It's not new, and it's not especially newsworthy. It's just...gossip.
I don't care if that chocolate cinnamon bread I tried today has a bazillion calories. It was damned good and totally worth it. But cripes...now I'm always going to know how good it is, and will have to restrain myself from buying more tomorrow.