generally speaking.......when did you stop giving a F#%K?

[Dave6T4]

Workwise, it was July 2008 for me. After 22 years of faithful service, my employer laid me off from my skilled trades job. This was 4 years from my retirement date. After 6 months on E.I., I was recalled to work on unskilled production work, in which I had no experience. Another 6 months later, I won my skilled trades job back through the union grievance procedure. Shortly after this, I had the pleasure of watching the Q.A. Manager that laid me off get escorted out of the factory after his firing. Karma! Until my retirement in 2012, co-workers commented on my "inside" voice getting out.

 

[eldubb440]

I just ran across this thread. Sorry you had a myocardial infarction at 51. I will not be contributing to increasing your cholesterol and fat levels by providing a sinful sausage and pepper sandwich at Carlisle. I will try to find an organic spinach & romaine salad, fat free balsamic dressing with a touch of Himalayan pink salt and Shitake mushrooms.

It is the least I can do.

I need you around for my stupid paint questions.

meh.... I had one blockage...... cars will kill me first

 

[eldubb440]

I just realized this was my thread , almost 6 years ago, must have been in a mood that day ....... make no mistake, life is good! Happy Thanksgiving!

 

[chargervert]

January 20th 2021! I won't discuss it here,but you asked!

 

[eldubb440]

maybe not giving a fok isn't the proper term........... but there comes a time when we realize getting stressed out and pissed off is pretty much a waste of time and energy.....nowadays, I just roll with the nonsense and deal with it. Any day on this side of the dirt is a good one

 

[eldubb440]

Not using your tallywhacker on the wife anymore?

probably not on march 30 2018

 

[Budnicks]

I just realized this was my thread , almost 6 years ago, must have been in a mood that day ....... make no mistake, life is good! Happy Thanksgiving!

most were originally having some fun & lightning to mood...
posting memes etc.

I lost a lot of what I cared about when I lost my Mom
& about 5 months later Lisa was gone too, it was devastation in my family
I took it hard, even knowing they were sick...
Sadly both for similar final outcomes,
but from far different ailments, both died in their sleep after 1 night in the hospital
for/from pain in their stomachs, ultimately from Kidney & Liver failure/s
This all was about 20+ years ago now
Lisa was from complications, years later from a bad batch of a bad blood transfusion
hepatitis/tainted blood after having the youngest Jessica
She was in pain & hid it well for about 11 years
I miss ya' babe...
My Mom had MS for about 10+ years after they diagnosed it finally
I suspect she had it 10+ years prior too...
I miss you Mom...
After she went to Kiaser for a long time several different Drs, runaround BS
kept getting the runaround, specialists & drs galore, dept to dept. seemingly
before they finally diagnosed it, after more than 10 damn years (????)
by then it was almost her time...

In 2018
My dad has since had a quadruple bypass & a pig valve installed
(5 or so years ago)
12 hr surgery, barely made it thru it
he looked like **** & swollen all over for a week,
they (had too) kept him under, sedated heavily...
I had a really hard time seeing him like that...
Because he was an alky, going thru the shakes really bad, detoxing
He's pretty good today for a hypochondriac, that's 87 years old
survived a massive heart attack & a crazy surgery...
Had to deal with him in rehab learning how to walk talk & eat again
for months after, because of the heavy dose of drugs, they kept him under
while he was detoxing...
That **** messes with your body & brain severely...
He walks talks gets around pretty well for 87, but he's different...
I seem to spend more time in Dr's offices,
he sees his mortality now every lil' thing, now he thinks he's dying
he's now seeing his mortality, it scares him, scares me a lil'...
I tell him he should have cared more when he was younger
to not have abused himself, a qt a day every day, smoked until he was in his 40's
& drank like he did for 60+ years, prior...
He says;
"yeah I know now"...
I spend more time dealing with that, than my garage now it seems
(probably an exaggeration, not a huge one)

Kids are all grown, all have great lives good spouses, good educations
I see them a bit, in holidays it's tough, they need to spend time with both families
their inlaws etc.
You can say;
I don't sweat it much now, if it happens great, if it doesn't happen
I'm OK with that now too...
My give a F**k is very low these days, 1 day at a time,
life is too short to sweat all the lil' stuff, I think I'm happier for it too...

 

[QuickBpBp]

maybe not giving a fok isn't the proper term........... but there comes a time when we realize getting stressed out and pissed off is pretty much a waste of time and energy.....nowadays, I just roll with the nonsense and deal with it. Any day on this side of the dirt is a good one

Took me years to realize this when "****" happened and many years ago I had to learn to block it out. I had to realize that someone else was just told they have lost a child or found out they have cancer or that a loved one was killed in a car accident etc... What "****" happened to me was minor compared what others had happened to them that day. Made understanding/coping with things easier and really changes on how you view everyday life issues.

 

[Cranky]

Ah yes, how many do you have to give? the age old question! It does not matter the age you ask it, but the answer or reason may depend on that age!
I see lots of comments about getting "old" and then running out of them.
In my youth, it was a middle aged cliche, country songs were written to the effect, pop songs, a general attitude developed. It was "cool" to not have any to give.
The internet gave way to forum battles of extreme intellect and wit about who had less to give, a true competition! One-up-manship at it's finest! of course, the internet is owned by 14 year olds so that was to be expected.

The concept is subjective! Releasing all care for everything is not healthy and will not make your life improve.

For me, up to age 12, I was a social non-participant that went to school and then farmed. At 13, I still went to school and farmed, but had realized the world was bigger than home, the school bus, and the classroom/playground and that maybe I wanted to do something else. I was wrong, but by 15 I realized that AND that it was simply impossible to continue farming as we had been so the choice was not mine to make.
About this time I also realized a section of my classmates(small town, the entire school district K-12 was like 700 kids) was irrefutably stupid as a genetic trait, and while most were harmless and polite a select few were spoiled children. This rapidly lead to me not having any to give: about peer pressure, my "place" in the social order of a school, what poor leaders in the school thought or told me, and in general what piss poor, no moral fiber, pointless noise makers had to say about me, my life, my friends, my hobbies, whatever. People that mattered to me, mattered- the rest were filler.
This is not to say I did not respect others, more that it was now earned, whereas before it was simply mandated I respect my classmates by authority figures. Already by that point I had decided everyone gets a fair shot to be a normal person, they can have an opinion and I will respect it and them. Unless it is wrong. Then I will make an effort to explain why they are wrong in a civil manner. The ones that were adamant in their idiocy, were ignored and lost respect. Not that I was rude, but their immovable stance on a wrong opinion earned them nothing in my mind. Myself, I was open to others opinions, and if they convinced me I was wrong, I graciously accepted that. That is how I bonded with my small group of friends through school.
I also stopped having any to give when people earned a reaction. And by that I mean a rude reaction, a condescending one, a dismissal, or potentially a hostile one. The last one rarely came up, it helped being a lifelong manual labor farmer, by the time I was 17 I could probably have killed someone with one punch(I was lifting K cars off the ground by then) so the a55hats of school left me and mine alone.

So by graduation, probably the year before really- I was me, no one was going to tell me otherwise, and I was going to make my place in the world by living as I thought was right by what I believed through my observations thus far, my examination of the gospel, and what my parents had taught me about respect and responsibility.
I have spent the last 26 years that way. My career has moved forward. No *** kissing, that is not me. No BS, no lies, no throwing people under the bus. Respect given, truth told(the truth will set you free) and I have watched the fools trying to take shortcuts have their lives blow up in their face.
I live the way that gives me pride in my own actions, knowing I am not doing things at the expense of another, knowing everyone has been given a fair shot and how I respond is what they earned.

So I have lots to give, where they are earned, where I want to give them, who I want to give them to, at my discretion. I may not be rude to an idiot, but they will not be given anything besides kindness unless they earn a reaction from me of their own accord. In modern times, because we have to label everything, youngsters refer to this as "sigma male" because they are simple and find anyone that can think without a pocket screen with social media on it some sort of anomoly. Labels and putting people in categories is nonsense. People have to earn their reputation as an individual. That is also how they earn one of my fucks.

Sorry not sorry for the wall of text lol.

Oh man.....think I could write a slightly small book on my life too starting at about 9 years of age.....

meh.... I had one blockage...... cars will kill me first

Thought I'd be dead by now too due to a car in some form or fashion with all the crap I'm done with them. So far, no blockage or major heath issues which surprises me.

 

[440 4 speed]

the old lady starts bitching....... used to piss me off, now I laugh at her....... life is good!

Around here it used to be frowned upon to call your wife the old lady. Insulting if you used that terminology regarding your mother.
It was acceptable to talk about old ladies.
My things have changed.

 

[eldubb440]

Around here it used to be frowned upon to call your wife the old lady. Insulting if you used that terminology regarding your mother.
It was acceptable to talk about old ladies.
My things have changed.

if she's bitching, she can be "the old lady"........otherwise, I agree with you.......she was obviously bitching lol

 

[moparedtn]

There will never be a time when I don't give a damn about things. I'm not wired that way.
However....there has been a refining of what is important to me over the last decade...

Most everyone who was important to me passing on forced some reassessment; not getting
anything but grief from employers I stressed and sweated the details for to build their companies
forced still more assessment.
If you want to call that sort of thing "not giving a ****", fine - but that's a misnomer.

My own incredibly rough health path the last 12 years sort of has been the icing on the cake in all
of this "what the **** am I still here for?" business.
In the end, I think valuable lessons have been learned (mostly about what is worth caring about
and what truly isn't (ah, there might be your GAF stuff!) and I've mostly learned how much wasted
time I've spent concerned with such things.

I'm blessed to still be here at all to even be able to figure out what to give a **** about - which I still do,
with great enthusiasm no less - and to the contrary, I remain pessimistically optomistic.
I hope all you fine folks have a great Thanksgiving with those you give a **** about; don't take any
of them for granted!

 

[GetX'd]

Workwise, it was July 2008 for me. After 22 years of faithful service, my employer laid me off from my skilled trades job. This was 4 years from my retirement date. After 6 months on E.I., I was recalled to work on unskilled production work, in which I had no experience. Another 6 months later, I won my skilled trades job back through the union grievance procedure. Shortly after this, I had the pleasure of watching the Q.A. Manager that laid me off get escorted out of the factory after his firing. Karma! Until my retirement in 2012, co-workers commented on my "inside" voice getting out.

Can’t say I don’t give a f#$& about seeing some get the karma they were destined for. Especially these work people that turn into monsters at the office just because they can - Often otherwise seemingly normal folks go on power trips and see, to enjoy ruining others lives…… Why? I‘ve never understood that mentality….. but have seen it too many times to any longer give two shits about it. I enjoyed leaving my job and career behind one day by just walking out of the building w/o saying anything and just not comimg back…. I really enjoyed the leaving their “holding your job over your head thing - and rule by fear” - they used by essentially saying fu in a manner of speaking by checking out w/o a word. The gal (one of those power trip ******* I was referring to) that was elevated to my position lasted about 6 months before being bounced out on her head. In the meantime the boss I‘d suffered under and whom I’d propped up for nearly a decade also was shown the door. Frankly he was nothing w/out those of us that that carried his weight for him for so long - in my case I was his right hand man - until I wasn’t. I never feared the douchebag - I knew damn well he needed me, while he was useless to me. So leavimg him with a dirty diaper in his lap was quite enjoyable. There was no way for him to recover once he discovered that useless bitch he bumped up to replace me was an empty skirt - couldn’t carry my jock…. Didn’t take long to show and her empty head got her shown the door quite unceremoniously as I recall. She kept trying to get me to help her but I was well aware of her game and left her sitting in her wit…… “Hmmm I thought you were a rock star .. On you say using other peoples work for your gain was your MO - Yes I know. My only advice left for you is to wear a snorkel when you flush down the toilet… it’s your only chance to survive ….. Bye bye…..

Ah …. karma…. It’s a beautiful thing. Some might say I sound cruel - but I assure you not - they all died by their own hands. And got what they so long deserved - it just should have happened sooner….. But it did happen much to my warped satisfaction. You reap what you sow is what I’d always lived by …… Yes Karma…..

 

[1STMP]

"Generally" places ones'
complacency towards all
things.
Surely you can't place that
attitude towards the deaths
of innocents, the factors that
place your or your own loved
ones in jeopardy, the factors
that place everything you've
worked your lifetime to
aquire only to lose it, your
patriotism for love of
country. I cannot accept that
you just don't give a f*ck.
Without the f*ck one is just
empty.

 

[padam]

Workwise, it was July 2008 for me. After 22 years of faithful service, my employer laid me off from my skilled trades job. This was 4 years from my retirement date. After 6 months on E.I., I was recalled to work on unskilled production work, in which I had no experience. Another 6 months later, I won my skilled trades job back through the union grievance procedure. Shortly after this, I had the pleasure of watching the Q.A. Manager that laid me off get escorted out of the factory after his firing. Karma! Until my retirement in 2012, co-workers commented on my "inside" voice getting out.

Funny, I had a similar thing happen to me 30 years ago. QA manager (woman) was part of the power couple that did it.

 

[chargervert]

Well now it's 40 below and I don't give a fu*k, got a heater in my truck and I'm off to the rodeo! You fu*kin jerk,you piss me off, you get on my nerves! Well here comes Johnny with his pecker in his hand he's a one ball man and he's off to the rodeo!

 

[hdwrench]

i stopped giving years ago but picked up a few also . times change so do giving or taking any b.s. !

 

[Hey-O]

When my kid sister died at 49 and then my Mother 7 weeks later in 2009. My Daughter's 6 year Ewing's sarcoma battle and passing in 2015 was the final straw. Fortunately I've busted my ***, 16+ hours a day, self employed since I was 23 years old and am in a position at 56 that I can truly not give a ****.

After moving closer in 2009 to take care of my sister in-law who had ASL for 3 years and died, same year my mother-in-law died, and then my son. My son in June and the other two in December. That same year my job was gone and they wanted me to move out of state. I busted my *** for 12 hours a day, 7 days a week, off and on for most of my life, only thinking that I may get some reward after a hard pull through the ****. It broke my wife and I circled the wagons and said **** you, come and get me.

I talk a lot about money, that's all I had left and I couldn't figure out why. I guess he knew what he was going to do to us all along and at 52, I rolled up for the last time and never looked back. I give away so much to people these days and only ask for a smile. Life goes by fast, so soak it up. Only having money is some sort of sick joke at this point, I begged and he wouldn't trade back..... So now, you can't hurt me, I'm already broke, so yes, **** it.................

 

[Hey-O]

 

[Hey-O]