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[crazypirate]

If you had to do something to demonstrate a complete apathy to the world, the consequences of your actions and general social decency, what would it be? Honestly, it's a question. Please answer it. And nothing silly cause I'm serious.

It's not hypothetical either. I want to know what you'd really do if you so got the urge

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[lostinstories]

I'm not sure, but I wouldn't do something deliberately destructive to society because that would show something besides apathy. I would care enough to hurt. You know? I would follow my heart and listen to my mind a little less, maybe. Like, I like to eat with my hands, and I wouldn't restrain myself in public. I would talk as loudly or softly as I wanted to regardless of whether or not it annoyed people. Oh, if I really didn't care, I wouldn't shave my underarms because I find it annoying (although I like shaving my legs). I'd do whatever I wanted. I'd ask boys out when I felt like it. Oh! I'd tell my English teacher that I love his blue eyes and that he has the prettiest eyelashes and it's nice that he's a boy and thus doesn't wear mascara because it would ruin them. I don't tell him that because it would be socially unacceptable to compliment my married, male teacher like that.

But I do care about the world right now. Maybe I'll start caring a little less. Those are some ideas.

[crazypirate]

Oh, I didn't mean destructive to society, but just ignoring what society expects us to do. I like your answers, except I can't understand why you wouldn't want to shave your underarms. Maybe you're a hippie and you don't even know it.

It's funny, because there are certain aspects of the world that I find sacred, and I care about them. But the world as I whole, I just can't find it in me. I'd look like a monster if I told people that since I can't even imagine a world outside whatever room I'm in at the time, I can't feel sympathy for starving kids in Africa or the victims of the tsunami even. If I went there, of course I would. But I just have to admit that I can't even really believe they're there. They're just part of the thread that makes up the illusion that the world exists. I find that as time passes, I'm appearing more and more cruel. But I just can't really understand pain that's not my own. It's like it just "slipped my mind".