Coddled Affluent Professional is accurate here.
Except that I crashed out in December and I’m feeling just fine now. My daily practice is to
NOT GIVE A SHIT.
Whatever happens, IWNGaS. (I will not give a shit.)
So starting yesterday night, New Year’s Eve 2026, I had a “crash in,” not a crash out.
I promise maximum effort, not maximum results.
I solved a minor problem the day before yesterday. My printer suddenly decided to stop working; I went through all the steps, disabled the printer-spooler, unplugged it, drained it, etc. It was mystifying. Went from functional to non in an instant. When I came home, I decided to look at the thing with my cell phone flashlight and saw… a piece of paper that had stuck at the bottom of the intake. My bad. All that fiddling for nothing.
A few YouTube videos later and I successfully opened the back and dislodged the paper. I saved myself $65 and had that brief serotonin rush you get when you Solve A Problem.
Then I saw a YT video of a Zen monk who spends his life cleaning. His monastery exempts him from formal meditation; his meditation is cleaning.
I’m inspired.
So the fact that Zohran Mamdani was sworn in yesterday doesn’t bother me, although having this “kureveh”1 in my face does.
I blotted out her face out of kindness to my readers. No one deserves to be subjected to that kind of abuse. And I’m scared that right after putting up a picture of Meg Ryan’s heavenly visage my computer will self-destruct.
I’m working on not giving a shit that this skank is not only in my city but bragging about it, crowing about how wonderful and safe it is and how she’s come here to help Mamdani.
It almost makes me wish she’d come here during the war years so that she could know what it was like to be utterly at the mercy of violent criminals and maybe get shoved onto a subway track or something.
Which reminds me - that’s another thing that When Harry Met Sally left out — street crime — but I digress.
It’s all going to suck, and every day. I will wake up and say, “I am cleaning, and I don’t give a shit.” Like batting practice, ballet, violin, anything worthwhile and difficult, it takes practice.
“I am cleaning, and I don’t give a shit.”
I could give both parties advice, but they won’t listen, and it doesn’t matter anyway. Even if they did suddenly suffer from an attack of sanity, it wouldn’t matter.
My mother pronounced it “khureveh,” just saying.
Who is that person? A "celebrity"?