How do you not give a f**k?

Since I was a child I have been described as ‘a bit oversensitive’ by either teachers, friends or family members. I used to think that this meant that I cried too easily (this is a fact) but actually I think it means I cry to easily, and I care about stuff too much. This is fine almost an admirable quality really, when it’s about things that you can affect change to, but when it’s something that you can have no control over or it might even be said that you had no business having control over then that’s a whole other kettle of fish.

It used to be the case that when one of the things I cared about popped into my head either via the news or conversations with people around me, I’d have a short rant make sure that the person I was ranting too agreed with me completely and if they didn’t then I’d tell myself that deep inside they knew I was right (not at all self righteous) then I’d move on.

Recently things have changed. I can’t move on, it’s all consuming. There’s so many things these days to care wholeheartedly about these days because the world seems at its most tumultuous. Here are a few things that bother me to distraction and make my poor husband wish that he had made a different life choice 17 years ago.

Plastic. I obsess about every bit of plastic we have in the house. Even the plastic that you can recycle. The only way that I will ever be happy about this is if we lived in a plastic free world. This will not happen in my life time so I’m just going to have to stop glaring at people using disposable take away coffee cups until they feel uncomfortable and move seats, and realise that people make their own choices that aren’t necessarily the same as mine.

Bottled water. This is a crusade I have been on for years I hate it with a passion. Not only is it one of the biggest causes of single use plastic but the carbon footprint used importing the stuff is ridiculous. It also makes me cross when people say they can’t drink water from the tap because you don’t know what’s in it. We have the wonderful luxury of being able to turn on the tap and have clean fresh water come out of it. There are people on this planet who walk miles to get to water and even then it might be a filthy puddle. Please realise how lucky we are.

Brexit. It’s not even about actual brexit anymore as its such a shambles. It’s the divide that it’s caused within the country and the xenophobia that it’s given permission for some people to express freely.

Trump. Just yuck. Something I have no control of at all. Gutted he exists basically.

Palm oil. This is the obsession that R hates the most. It is in pretty much everything that she likes to eat. I won’t knowingly buy it and when I discover something has it in the family groan. Although to be fair Buzz does support me whole heartedly on this as he hates it to.

Climate change in general. The fact that more people especially governments don’t care about what happens to our home planet terrifies me. As Greenpeace say there’s no Planet B.

Discrimination. Why? I don’t get it. It bothers me most because it’s irrational. We’re all the same inside whatever the colour of our outer layer and whoever we love. Disliking someone for the way they look or who they find attractive is such a waste of energy and quite frankly nobody’s business.

These are the main categories of things that make my stomach knot on a daily basis. I don’t want to not care because it’s important to care about things like the planet but I want to feel less like I want to give the person stood next to me drinking a bottle of water a poke in the eye. Do you know what I mean? I don’t want it to affect how I interact with others. I don’t want to discriminate against others myself. I want to tolerate people who voted for Brexit or who voted for a different political party, and not just because I want to be the bigger person.

Basically I want to enjoy life as well as give a f**k. Is that possible and how do I do it?

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