See, here’s the thing: I have a limited number of fucks to give. In order for [x] to rate a fuck, it needs to be pretty damn important. There are certain fucks that are already allocated to things like “Health/Self-Care”, “Writing”, “Family”, “Milady”, and “School”. There is a small number of fucks leftover every day after the above have been taken care of.
So, out of the finite fucks I have to give in total, the unspoken-for number of fucks is particularly small. And while that probably sounds intensely discouraging, here’s the thing:
My fucks are not small. When I give a fuck, I give all the fucks, ever. The fucks I have to give are MASSIVE. Which, really, is part of the problem. Or it’s an advantage, depending on how you count it. Because it means that, if you can convince me that [x] is important enough to care about, to get involved with, to do something about or for, then shit is about to get very real. Things will happen, because my fucks have a lot of force behind them.
And that is just how I am. Who I am. It’s not going to change. So please don’t take it personally if I am not in a position to give any fucks. It’s just that mine are precious, and I don’t have very many. It’s not that you, or what you care about, doesn’t matter.
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