10 things I can’t be arsed worrying about
Like I might open one eye, a tiny bit, but not both.
As a normal human being living in 2018, I have a satisfactorily long list of things to worry about. Here are 10 things I simply do not have the time or energy to add to that list:
Rising interest rates. They are going to go up! I mean yeah, eventually. But not this year and not in a great rush. Not going on the list.
Making birthday cakes for my children. Not happening in my house. I do individual cupcakes and anyone who has an objection can choose not to eat one in protest.
My personal brand. Jasmine tells me that I should develop this. I don’t want to.
The levels of pollutants in urban honey. My thoughts are: I’m in favour of bees and not in favour of pollution. Urban honey pollution is too much detail for me on a Tuesday.
Mindfulness. Not for me. I take my mindfulness in running form.
Eating less sugar. Sugar and I have reached an equilibrium that we are both very happy with, thank you.
Robots taking my job. They can’t write for shit. Software can’t even check spelling and grammar well right now, as anyone who has ever been stuck in a Microsoft Word infinite grammar loop will attest to.
Decluttering and downsizing for a simpler life. No thank you. I want a bigger house with more space to put my stuff. Marie Kondo can bite me.
Finishing this list, apparently.