And I wish that it was true.

The sad fact is that I do still care.

Wish that I didn’t. It would make my life that much easier, but I do care.

I care about what people think of me. I care about how I treat people.

I care about the consequences of the mistakes that I have made. As the song says,

“And while the future’s there for anyone to change
Still you know it’s seems
It would be easier sometimes to change the past.”

But we all know that that isn’t going to happen any time soon.

So we hope that the calluses grow quickly over the bruises, and tears in our flesh. And then we hope even more that those calluses don’t get torn off again.

And we tell people who ask, that we don’t care.

But we really do.

Poop.