caring is creepy

There was a time that I cared.

Then there was a time that I would say to myself
that I didn't care.

Of course I did care - that was just a defense
mechanism I used to build a protective bubble
around myself.

And you wanna know what?

It worked.

Then I went back to caring.

But after how events have unfolded for me in the last...
I don't know - few days - I'm back to not caring again.

And furthermore - I found the perfect song lyrics to
express my new 'I don't care-free attitude' about life:


caring is creepy


i think i'll go home and mull this over
before i cram it down my throat
at long last it's crashed, the colossal mass
has broken up into bits in my moat

lift the mattress off the floor
walk the cramps off
go meander in the cold
hail to your dark skin
hiding the fact that your dead again
underneath the power lines seeking shade
far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason

it's a lucious mix of words and tricks
that let us bet when we know we should fold
on rocks i dreamt of where we'd stepped
and the whole mess of roads we're now on

hold your glass up hold it in
never betray the way you've always known it is
one day i'll be wondering how
i got so old just wondering how
i never got cold wearing nothing in the snow

this is way beyond my remote concern
of being condescending

all those squawking birds won't quit
building nothing laying bricks







thanks The Shins

you really nailed it on this one