Indifferent
June 3rd, 2026
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That is the best I can do for today. Indifferent. After being and feeling naive and then nervous over the last few days, today I am indifferent. But unlike previous days, this is a choice. My choice. I decided to be indifferent today. Or maybe I am just tired. But even when I am tired, I can still be angry and nervous and out of sorts, and curt and obnoxious. Today, I am none of those things. Or maybe a little of this lot, rolled into a small ball with a thick shell. Thick enough for everything and everyone to bounce off. I don't care. At least that is what I tell myself. But even if I am only compensating, that is still my choice to do so. Indifferent. Saying it out loud only deepens the feeling of its meaning. It’s vague enough to be anything, yet it has a punch of “don't bother." I mean, you could try to bother me today, but that will not lead you anywhere. I will shrug and go about my way. At best, I’ll say, “Good,” Or “cool.” Or “whatever.” With a pronounced hiss and my head slightly to the side with a clear sneer. And I will keep eye contact. And you don't want this. At all. Because in my indifference, I will not back down but keep looking right at you with such derision until you look away. Eventually. And you will look away, in defeat. And I’ll keep looking at you, to make sure of my smug victory. While being indifferent. That’s what I can do today.
