It’s Time To Just Worry About Yourself

It's Time To Just Worry About Yourself

People love worrying about everyone else. It’s not new, and I didn’t just climb out from under a rock, but in a world of hot takes, I’m pretty sick and tired of it.

I see it all the time, the age old “keeping up with the Joneses.” Just because someone gets something, people feel the need to also purchase or acquire things, like when “I get a window from a glass, he must get a window from a glass. I get a step, he must get a step.” It becomes a perpetual pissing match, a money sink and an unnecessary arms race. Where I grew up, many people that lived in my upper-middle-class utopia where people would buy houses they couldn’t afford, lease expensive cars and fill their house with bullshit baubles and curiosities, just to keep up an image. When their metaphorical “Joneses” got a clock radio and they could not afford one, their house would have a “foreclosure” sign so quick you didn’t even have time to sit down.

People have been ruining things for years by not worrying about themselves. Don’t like same-sex marriage? Don’t get one. Don’t like abortion? Don’t get one. Don’t like marijuana? Don’t smoke it. Hate guns? Don’t buy one. All the time and energy people dedicate to worrying about shit that doesn’t concern them could be much better used. You could work out, learn a new skill, cut the grass, change the oil in your car or set a personal masturbation record. My old friend Mick would always say, “WGAS” or “Who gives a shit?”

That’s the major problem: people are more worried about what others are doing rather than what they themselves are doing. Is it really worth all that time and effort? What do you get out of it? Is it enjoyable for you to lobby for something that has no effect whatsoever on your life? In an era where anyone can share on their Facebook, Twitter or Xanga, everyone has a “voice” to shout whatever they want, even if they shouldn’t. These are the same people out on college campuses, preaching about “sinners, masturbators, harlots, fornicators” the list goes on. While funny (check out Brother Micah Armstrong), I always wonder: what leads someone to a life where their entire existence is to pester others with their life choices?

There are, however, times that it is completely appropriate to be concerned about what others are doing. Heavy drug use, a friend’s new boyfriend or girlfriend ruining the group, someone you love or care about thinking about doing a wing challenge or volunteering are times when you are well within your right to worry about others. The point is not to become an isolationist but merely to worry about things that pertain to you. Sometimes people don’t realize that their “caring” is way more intrusive, and actually, they should worry about their fucking selves.

The major theme is, if it has no effect on you, don’t fucking worry about it. There are way more important things going on that we as a society could tackle. One’s personal convictions aren’t a barometer for the way that the world should live. Sure, I’d love for the Mormons to stop pestering me at my house or for people to stop asking when I’m having kids. It’s their thing, I get it. And I politely yet firmly give them my stance. For me, as long as whatever you’re doing doesn’t hurt anyone else and it’s consensual, go crazy. Life is too short to care what other people think.

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I specialize in damage control, being the drunkest at any and all functions and social assassination. Always appreciate a strong gif game. Follow me on Twitter. Sometimes I put up cool stuff about golfing at the local dirt tracks.

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