Trying to cope

When I was a senior in high school a friend and I made up a song. It was called the "I Don't Care Song." It was sung to the tune of "Jimmy Crack Corn." And it was very versatile. It worked well to relieve stress across a variety of situations. The lyrics could be things like, "I didn't study for the physics final... and I don't care... I didn't do my Shakespeare homework... and I don't care." Etcetera.

Over the years, every now and then I'd remember the song. And send an email to that friend saying, "I'm in love with someone who doesn't know I exist... and I don't care..." and he'd write back and say, "My roommate never showers... and I don't care."

Really, it's quite the morale lifter. Try it. Sing out loud.

Lately the song popped back into my head. Here, let's give it a go. Maybe it will help.

I am sick of doing school work, and I don't care
I have to get this school work done, and I don't care
I'm supposed to be writing a bibliography and I don't care
I moved in two weeks ago and haven't unpacked yet and I don't care
(you're humming along in your head now, right?)
I sprained my ankle 10 months ago and it still isn't better, and I don't care
I consumed way too much caffeine to sleep tonight, and I don't care
I can't stand to go to work anymore, and I don't care
I'm watching a really depressing movie, and I don't care

And so on. It's a great way to let go of things that I just can't handle.

Also I know, from experience, that things will work out. I did graduate from high school, despite mine and Greg's complete loss of motivation at the end there. And I will complete these stupid, dumb, boring classes I'm in right now. I will get my work done. I'll figure out a way to enjoy my job, or I'll leave it. I'll get enough sleep, one way or another. Things will end up how they're suppposed to be.