I have these periods in my life during which I don’t say or do much personally or publicly that is out of the daily routine. Largely this happens when I simply stop caring about what’s happening in the world.
This is one of those periods. There are all of these things that I know I’m supposed to care about, but I just plain don’t:
- Politics and the election of Donald Trump
- My ex-wife’s life or the fact that I have an ex-wife at all
- Academic topics and the latest research
- What’s going on in my community
- What’s going on in friends’ lives
I don’t know what the psychological dimensions of the phenomenon are, all I know is I just can’t bring myself to care. I try and I don’t. It all seems so irrelevant to anything at all.
What do I care about?
© Aron Hsiao / 2007
- Ensuring that day-to-day life is stable for my kids
- Taking proper care of my jeans
- Whether my aging dog is happy or not
- Whether my watches are running slightly fast or slow
- Whether my new tiny fish is going to be eaten by my monster fish
- The neighbor’s dog
It’s like a switch went off and I hit that second half of life that seems to young people to lay on the other side of a very large phenomenological chasm. I swore I’d never be one of those people, but here I am and so I am.
The immediate and the local seem important. The other stuff? Idiot presidents and ex-wives? Who cares? It seems to all be a lot of bullshit. It doesn’t matter.
What matters is to water the plans and vacuum the floor and be sure that I’m honest in my everyday dealings. The rest seems like so much fluff.