I’m not apathetic — I just don’t care about your opinion anymore
Something cool happened over the past month, or rather it was a confluence of cool things.
As I have written previously, I recently got my diet and exercise groove back while also starting to make more headway in processing the loss of my mother. This kinda/sorta coincided with the beginning of Great Lent (itself the coolest of cool things), which for me means going vegan until Pascha, a practice that has certainly helped keep my daily calorie count down. All of those things in and of themselves were awesome, but something else also happened that has been a tremendous boon to my overall sense of wellbeing.
In a nutshell, I stopped caring what you think or feel about politics and current events. By you I mean the collective you in general, as well as the specific you reading this article.
This was a huge and unexpected development for me as a recovering journalist, an occupation that had included regular opinion columns and editorial writing. From J-School onward, I had been conditioned almost my entire adult life to exalt the very idea being an influencer on any and every topic that happened to pop into my head, and to correct every ‘incorrect’ opinion (in the name of Truth!) that crossed my path. Subconsciously, or sometimes…
