The other day at my job, everyone was very upset about a patient that died. They never met this person and didn't know them. Inexplicably they were all sad and said it was sad that they died. When I queried why they were sad, I was accused of having ice water ruining through my veins.
I was highly offended since I am pretty sure it is alcohol that runs through my veins. Later that night, as I pondered why I am so apathetic and unconcerned it hit me. I don't believe in anything.
I mentioned to my esteemed male parental unit this new found discovery...bear in mind he is a gung ho bible thumping Christian...LOVE him. He said, "Huh, so you are a nihilist." HAPPYHAPPYJOYJOY I have a name for what I am.
A profound peace settled over me. Like wine down my throat. Mmmmmm wine. Mmmmmm vicodin. 'Member what I said about finding the perfect ratio? Don't hate, but I digress.
I love my new found reason for being which is no reason for being. Is it crazy. YES. Is it awesome. YES.
Trust me I still have weirdo things going on with the Y chromosome factors in my life, however that is a tale for another day.
I am so zen and calm. It's bizarre and inexplicable. It is pure chaos, but I don't care anymore. My hand to Nietzsche. Apathy join me or not...whatever.