Don’t you hate when people say that phrase? “I don’t give a shit.” Well, who wants to receive a shit? Or when people say, “I’m going to take a shit,” is it the same shit the people who do give a shit gave away? It’s questions like these that keep me up all night.
And I wonder why I can’t ever seem to keep my eyes open at work.
But then again, I really don’t give a shit. I don’t take shits either. I leave them. I don’t give them, but I leave them. If someone else wants to take them, so be it, but I’m not a shit-giver. I hope I’m making my point here. But we have to look at this through multiple angles. Some people just say, “Shit!” when something goes wrong, as if that’s going to do anything to rectify the situation. Then there’s the whole, “shit out of luck” phrase that doesn’t make any f***ing sense. But we still listen to it, try to understand what it means, and then use it ourselves. I know for a fact that this is why I can’t have nice things.
