A wise man once said, “I don’t give a fuck.”
He didn’t give a fuck about what others think or say about him. He knew they didn’t matter and that what he thought about himself mattered most.
He didn’t give a fuck about a little bit of pain, like a tiny little cough or flu. He knew he wouldn’t die from that so he manned up, gathered his balls and went back to work.
He didn’t give a fuck about his ex-girlfriends, because it’s in the past. Why should one single person decide how he feels?
He didn’t give a fuck about the news. He knew he was just one guy and he can’t change the world overnight. He doesn’t let it bother him.
He didn’t give a fuck about all the rules because he knew it’s okay to break some of them. Besides, only pussies never take risks.
He didn’t give a fuck about other people’s success because he knew success is individual.
Sometimes, he didn’t give a fuck about giving a fuck about himself, so he could just chill with a beer and that made him happy.
He didn’t give a fuck about his parents even! As in, he knew he was no mama’s boy. He loved them and cared for them, but sometimes he did things his own way and that’s what a real man does.
He didn’t give a fuck that others called him vain and shit. He knew he looked good and he knew the importance of putting in the effort to create an impression. And that made him feel good every time he headed out of the house.
He didn’t give a fuck about his anger issues. Instead of trying to figure shit out so much, he was like, “Ahh fuck it” and that alone was a great relief.
He didn’t give a fuck about pleasing everybody he met. He knew that’s an impossible task.
He didn’t give a fuck about not having enough sleep the night before. It’s not like he was going to die. He just powered on through the entire day and didn’t whine like a little bitch. Then he slept well that night.
He didn’t give a fuck about what a girl thought about him because he’s too busy having fun dating many women.
He didn’t give a fuck about others.
He just did him.
And he lived happily ever after.