Okay Whatever

Today I have received a surprise package.

When encountering these kind of situations, whether it be a mystery parcel or a covert text, I tend to conduct an elaborate story in my head of how I should best go about the questioning of who it is from and why it has been sent. As all good liars know, it is best to keep it simple and not expand unless probed. Stick to a line that sounds plausible and everything will be fine. So I have this explanation which is mostly truth but may need to be embellished if inquiries delve deeper. Now, you may wonder wouldn't it be easier to just tell the whole truth, rather than concern yourself over exactly what to say. Well yes, perhaps, but I never did choose the open path.

The thing is, I always imagine these outlines of how the conversation could go if I were to be asked all these follow-up questions and you know, if they're persistent with the asking, it might have to eventually lead to the total truth. But rarely do I ever need to put the plan into place. Because the sad realisation is (and this is a snippet of wisdom that I first heard many moons ago), well, you have to remember: nobody really cares.



They don't really care how your work is going, or who your friends are who how you know them or what you've eaten today or indeed, most of what you've got to say and I don't mean this in a rude sense. You may think the world will sit there pointing and laughing if you suddenly reveal this secret that you've been keeping for a lifetime, but the truth is, as soon as something shinier or more scandalous comes along, they'll be drawn into that instead. Half the time, what is interesting is not the secret itself, but the fact that you keep it one.

Mystery is frequently intriguing.

That's not to say people are cold-hearted creatures, just that, well, nobody thinks about yourself as much as you do, probably, or maybe that's just me. You may think that they'll be curious, expect them to be eager to learn the minute details of your day or life, but the reality is, they're not necessarily going to be. Nobody really cares, so don't worry yourself stupid about what other people will think of you and be who you are and say what you feel, because the show's too short not to play it your way. Those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.

Now, that's enough dire, desperately inspiring clichés for today. I'm going to eat cold baked beans from a tin. Because I can.

On the jukebox: Weezer ~ Pork & Beans - everyone likes to dance to a happy song